I lack the energy, I lack the will
To pull me outta this, It’s making me ill
Tried and; negative, hating my decisions
Taking all risks, knocking all chances I’m given
Any chance to redeem myself, prove physical and mental health
Instead I think about all the stupidest things
Going through the rubbish, collecting my razors from the bins
As I slice through my arms and all chance of hope
I look back to see all the odd ways I use to cope
This is it, I throw in the flag
I now lay on an autopsy table in a black bag
They think I wasn’t capable, that it wasn’t me
Who ended my life and let my blood run free
What they don’t know is I’m the only one
Who’s got the strength, to do what I’ve done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem