i hate my life i want to die
its hard to count how long i cry
low self-esteem let out a sigh
no confidence tell people lies
messed up my life don't give a f**k
home life is s**t i have no luck
no time no space feels like I'm stuck
hopes and dreams hit by a truck
nothing to do nothing to say
suicidal tendencies throughout the day
disrespect no f**king way
time over whelming don't want to stay
dark heart of love black hole of hate
cut out my heart I'll set the date
die in my sleep no pearly gates
straight to hell must be my fate
not dead yet but not awake
no time to die too much at sake
gone too long lost time to make
wont be back a life to take
really suicide isnt funny. my friend just hung herself 2 days ago.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The rythem in this peom has an up and down feeling in it just like life it's self. Peoples best work can sometimes happen when their depressed. I say keep writing Good work