AM I STILL ALIVE? ? ? What is my purpose of existence? ? ? Cause I'm dead inside... The guns and knifes that sit inside, all they want is to see me die. But I cant bleed, trust me I've tried so am I still alive? ? ? Or am I an angle in disguise? ? ? I wonder that that cause my moral code to help those in need before your own... But my life here is really hell so how the hell am I still alive! ? ! Sometimes I just wanna die, pull the trigger say goodbye, but I have too many that would cry. Or those I think would cry. I just have one question. Am I still alive? I have no purpose I need to die, It's not called depression, it's called LIFE.
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I would like to translate this poem