It has been said about me,
the look on my face,
the feeling that I leave in the room,
the Influences I leave,
so mysterious,
so Mystical.
The interpretation that people have about me,
about my life,
thinking that I am a happy,
cheerful person,
like nothing is wrong,
like my life has been lived perfectly.
People have the wrong point of view,
there are so many messed up things in my head,
in my heart,
and mainly in my life.
Like the feeling of your soul slowly getting ripped out painfully,
it becomes an addiction,
it becomes satisfying,
the thought of death runs through my imagination,
too scared to do anything about it,
I shall let life run its course soon enough,
ending with death of suicide.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have read your biography..and from that I realize why your theme mostly includes suicide.. Good thing you have your outlet..to let out what was once been locked inside you... Hope you will not attempt suicide again..because it's really hard when get mature enough..for I have tried it 3 times..and now I regret it more than lifetime... Anyway..I like your style in your poems... Thanks for sharing...and..the same as you, my poems were really dark..if you have time you can read them..Thanks in advance...