Looking for happiness we knew long ago
Always getting so close than we stumble and fall
People pretend to understand but they really don't know
Those fake people know nothing of how it feels nothing at all
We are called freaks an abomination to society
Being led to believe that everything will get better
Yet each year our hearts are plagued with anxiety
And more and more of us write our final letters
We fantasize about how we'll go through with it
Whether we'll overdose or use the barrel of a gun
If we'll hang ourselves with or our throats slit
Whether it be a disturbed daughter or schizophrenic son
If they could only understand we are people too
Where not some alien race you've never seen
We are human beings men and women just like you
Yet were still treated differently by people so mean
We dare not look for friends outside our clique
Us Suicide Kids need to stick together
Afraid that outsiders will terrible pain inflict
Knowing in our hearts we can't last forever
So just forget that some of us are still alive
Things will remain this way for us until the end
Still looking for a perfect chance so we ourselves could die
But as one of our stories end another one begins
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awesome although gut and heart wrenching read here. Well done, and, you're not alone, it's not just kids going through this, one day at a time or if necessary one hour by hour. Hope the person hangs on in, knowing, 'they are NOT alone.' hugs, marci.m.