I live alone
I die at heart
I simply wish
It'd never start
The pain I feel
That slowly spreads
Something every
Man does dread
A fatal disease
That slowly expands
Feared by all
Across the land
Muscles shred
And blood vains stop
Boiling fevers
Burning hot
Poison in my
Blood and vains
I'll just die
By the end of the day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Suicide is a beautiful thing, no? But I do not recommend it. You'll find something that will heal you, though it may take years. But it will be worth it, I assure you. But then again, what do I know? I'm only 16 and I've committed countless suicide attempts. The last time I was so close to death that I could see my veins through the cuts in my wrists. But something stopped me because it's not my time yet. And I don't think it's your time either. Just stay true to yourself and don't put anyone's needs ahead of yours because at the end of the day, you're the only one you have. Just remember that. It may make you pessamistic, but it will also make you strong. It works for me. Just know who your true friends are. Expect the worst and hope for nothing. Good luck.