Lost, alone, and afraid
Wishing that death was on its way
Knowing not where the next road leads
Caught seeing society’s evil deeds
Church can’t help stop the feelings I feel
Looking for better ways to deal
Still I keep the blade in my hand
Trying to rid myself of this land
Popping pills ready to go to hell
Since my spirit I had already sell
The thoughts seem to manifest throughout
While the suicide attempts kept coming about
No longer crying because pain was life
Tired of living because of the world’s constant strife
Still I’m lost, alone, and afraid
Hoping soon that death will be on his way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem