I’m sorry for what I’ve done,
I’m sorry for what I’ve said.
I don’t know what I did wrong, but I’m sorry.
I’m sorry I was born,
I’m sorry I am not the perfect child.
Why can’t you see I’m trying to make your proud.
Nothing I do
Is ever good enough for you
I hope some day you won’t call me names,
I hope some day to love myself.
I just want you to love me, like I love you.
One day I wont want to die,
One day I wont think about suicide.
I just hope that one day, you will care about me.
Mother, this is my goodbye,
Its time for your daughter to die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a very sad poem. I hope you make it, and that this isn't the end.