I'm screwing up every little thing.
I just want to die.
No one wants me here.
I lost my life to a blade.
Suicide is my craving.
All I do is cause pain.
I don't see any point.
I am born for pain.
I was concieved in pain.
I was born in pain.
So now all I am is a waste of life.
Why was it wasted on me.
I hurt people.
I'm done hurting these strange people I'm supposed to know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem