Pep Talk Poem by chance .........
Pep Talk
'i hate you
i wish you
were never born'
he begins to cry
'ya cry sob i dont care no one cares'
he falls in the corrner
and slits his wrist
'sit in the corner
thats it!
slit your wrist
i dont care
you've been nothing
but trouble'
blood pooling
'ya your bleeding
dig in a little deeper
cut a little more
i hate you!
Die Already! '
he screams at him self
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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