i held my head up high,
trying to forget the fight.
holding my head up high,
trying to hide the broses.
should of been dead on a sunday morning,
banging my head.
no time to forget,
what i have just dun.
try to coverit up with mackup,
it dont work.
because of my stupidity,
i am just scared.
try to cut so deep it just bleeds,
it did nuthing.
cut myself to feel better,
it realy dont help.
should of been dead,
so no one will have to deal with me.
banging my head to kill myself,
and it still dus nuthing.
bang my head in to metal,
it just leaves dent's in da metal.
just wont to go,
and not come back.
but if i do die,
dont anyone try to save me.
just let me go in peace,
just leave me.
should of been dead on a sunday morning,
banging my head.
no time for morning,
aint got no time.
run me over, do what ever,
just let me go.
let me get away from all da bull s***,
just let me go.
just let me die
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This is a compelling write. It seethes with feelings and regrets. It is a good lesson for others to read. I recommend this for other teenagers. GW62