A gun to my chest.
A blade to my wrists.
Freedom of this mess
That causes my heart to twist.
A rope around my neck.
Pills in my hand.
I can finally rest,
I can finally get away.
Water around me.
Suffocation crushing me.
I can no longer see,
I can finally no longer be...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem