An outcast. A stranger. An outsider. I'm a shadow in this world.
Nobody cares, the only care about themselves.
My shadow has even left me; actually, my shadow and I have switched places.
Depression has shackled me and holds me hostage.
Help? A joke, nobody wants to help me.
They're too busy asking me for me to help them.
Am I too nice? Is this a bad thing?
That I can't stand up and break these chains, and ask for my own help.
But this smile that you see, every time you ask if I'm okay.
That I can't nor won't tell you because I am not strong enough.
Though, you don't care. Can you at least turn around at hear me out.
What have I done to deserve the cold the cold shoulder?
I'm a shadow to you. My problems don't matter.
I don't matter. I'm in a void that has sucked me in like a snake eating a mouse.
Worthless and unappreciated, an ant has more respect.
That I have given up on you, but ultimately myself.
I have let my soul evaporate like water on the ground.
My mind is an exploding grenade.
My heart has imploded and now there is nothing.
But don't worry; I don't expect You to care. You never did in the beginning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem