Life isn’t worth living,
It was meant for dying,
Suicide was meant for death,
And life was meant for Lying.
Lies were meant to be spoken,
And children were meant to be lied to,
Children are meant to be seen,
Not heard.
Silence silences all,
Through death,
Through life,
And to be seen is to be seen by no one.
Lies have been spoken,
Lives have been lost,
Children have been seen,
Yet nobody has heard what goes on in my mind,
Death of suicide is a bliss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem