There are choices, as they say
You have to make it now in life
You have to get a good job
You have to find a thrill in life
Too bad im 16 and don’t know what I want
Has anyone thought of that no?
All this pressure
The fear of living on the streets
Having no where to go
Teenagers don’t listen
We are selfish humans
As I’ve been told
How sad for a father to tell his daughter
But then he blames all my moods
On my heart
No wonder kids die so young
Parents don’t know the half of it
Being insulted by your own father
Getting black eyes
Hurts don’t it
Yet no one cares
And they wonder why we commit suicide
As they say what goes behind closed doors should never be spoken
Yet maybe it should
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem