I'm not good as anyone else
I am nothing but sadness
I feel worthless and wordless
Too much to say but no words came out, I'm useless
You won't know the pain unless you are in my situation
This disease that been part of me, depression
You won't understand my confusion
Would you offer a hand so I can just go on?
Time passed goes by but there's something missing
I'm too stressed about such thing
Would you come and look for me again?
And help me to endure this pain?
BINABASA MO ANG
In the midst of whispers
PoetryIn the midst of a whirlwind of emotions, I unearthed my voice. A gentle murmur to my pen, and a poem emerged.
