I’m not very happy today, so I wrote a poem showing my sadness:

This is the life assigned to me
A tough, hard, depressing one
Yet, they don’t seem to care
I try my best to think I’m worthy
But in the end… I’m only hurting
This life that passes day by day
Starts to rip my heart away
I start to think I’m not enough
Until I think my heart is stuck
I ask myself “what did I do?”
In the end I find it true
That I am just at war in my head
Sometimes wishing I was dead
If I let out cries until that day
I do not think I’ll be ok
So wish me well so that I’m certain
That someone loves me when I’m hurting