crying screaming dying
locking all my fears inside
when people could hear me i was ignored
they just seemed bored
so i horde
my thoughts my feelings and my dreams
my mind it teems
with life it seems
but no one cares about what i think or feel
so i turn to the blade
when that doesnt work
i turn to pills
whats next the rope
or will i just dissapear into nothingess
will anyone care
my babies are too young to know
why im called a ho'
so no one will care and no one will miss
as with one final kiss
i say goodbye
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