Lingering on edge
Making my final decision
Looking back on years of life
Is tonight the night?
Not the type that always got what i wanted
Had to work for my share
Pain, blood, sweat, and tears
But was it all worth it?
I look in the mirror
Only to look back at myself
I can't describe what i see
No discomfort, but neither peace of mind
So long i've looked for a way out
A door marked escape
And now i see it in front of me
But if suicide is the only way out,
Then i'll wait for the reaper to take me away.
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