This is just another story,
A sad one it may be indeed.
Is it true?
Or is it fake?
I go everywhere with thoughts inside my head.
Bad ones.
I awaken with them inside
And I sleep with them around my head.
I try to write how I feel
Nothing works.
I try talking,
It only makes things worse.
I cannot even cope.
Slit, slit, slit goes the knife.
All the way down my arm.
The scars re-opening.
I try and stay strong for my friends and family.
But that does not work.
Sob, sob, sob.
Nobody hears my tears.
I am sick of living.
I am scared of dying.
God, forgive me for I have sinned.
Let me speak my story.
Truth is sadder than fiction. There is always hope that lives beyond this verse, but it is not meant to be shared through these gut-wrenching and sorrowful lines from a tormented soul. My heart goes out to all who feel this way, and my prayers too, though they may not be desired.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am sick of living. I am scared of dying. God, forgive me for I have sinned. Let me speak my story. A good confession through this poem.