My mind contemplates suicide
Ignoring the urge to die
I continue to live my lonely life
Everyone seeing my face
But not the invisible tears I cry
My thoughts are morbid and disturbed
Every wandering eye that catches a glimpse
Of all the cuts and scratches
They are a cry, begging to be heard
Yet nobody reaches out or even throws a shoulder
A price is to be paid for these inhumane acts
Not to worry its just a life
Mine to be exact
(2003)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem