A gun pointed to my cheast
all i need to do is pull the trigger
pull the trigger to escape it all.
once again i put the gun down
im to scared
to stupid
a gun to my chest
a knife to my wrist
iv done it all before
but hear i am
with nothing to show for it
but bad poetry.
suicide but im afraid to die
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem