the tears that weep from behind these hazel eyes
the heart that lies broken with in this beaten chest
looking at his wrists deep in thought 'whats the point '
what the point of me dying it won't change the world
just a stupid teenager finding he is worthless to everyone
just a stupid teenager thinking about death and chaos
just the urge to leave this world is over whelming
all his mistakes, all of his many flaws
wishing he can hit the ground a motionless corpse
worthless to the world just like before, not a single thing matters
so why not stay alive let this againizing pain consume me
a sprawled body drowned in his own pool of blood
demons realesed from his body flying free
the demons that were trapped with in him
converting his mind filling his head with death
killing suicide complete darkness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem