There’s something wrong with me
with all this hurt inside,
always bursting with anger,
and never any pride.
If all I do is cry,
I can't stop this pain
all I want to do is die.
If my emotions run wild,
all this confusion does
is make me feel like a lost child.
With all these terrible things,
always there and never gone
depression is what it brings.
If I can't stop these thoughts,
all this pain does
is turn my head in blue.
Something is truly wrong with me
when I think there's only one way out,
'Let this pain end.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the end of pain will not end you your soul will coming back asking why heaven doesn't wait