When I write this poem
I'm upset and sad
I couldn't cope the pressure
This press
I'm angruing
For half year I've been speak to someone who says I can help you
I can't see the different
The situation grows a lot every day
But my hope is gone
I don't believe that there is a solution for it
She can't help me
I guess it's realy bad luck but I have simply ADHD
Whow, what a mircale (not)
The medications make me depressed
My cover is gone
I'm a toutchy person and I hate it
I don't like myself
I'm locked up in myself
I want to be the same person before I got medications
Stress kills me
I'm sick of stress
I have too much headache to think
I want to die
But then I hurt my friends
God doesn't like it either
I must break through
Like my motto: Once the sun will shine
I wait for the sun when it rises
But when?
I'm the first to see the sun rising
I wait till that moment
I don't give up
I survive!!!!