I cry myself to sleep
Like, very single night
I feel as if I'm broken
I can't do anything right
It's like I'm old and rusty
Just sitting in the corner
It's like every day
I'm getting wiser
I'm learning to step aside
To hide myself in the shadow
Jus to pray and hope
For a better tomorrow
As the blade meets my wrist
I think about all the things
That I can't do, like;
Play the guitar or sing
I'm a living failure
There's nothing I can do
I wish I was perfect
With a great body too
But although I keep wishing
It never works out
I can jump and scream
And yell and shout
I'm alone in this world
I have no real friends
And I will probably be lonely
Until the very end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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