I'll slice my neck with your anger,
I'll peel back my skin and bleed.
I hate it when you make peace a stranger.
A little bit of good release is what I need.
Bones in my body are cracking.
My heart keeps skipping beat.
Good emotion is what I am lacking,
As I die here slowly in this seat.
A failure without some success.
You hate me for being great.
I always try to do my best,
But sometimes I get torn by fate.
Words drill holes through my heart.
My ears won't stop burning.
Where should I even start,
To tell you how much I am hurting.
Burdens are mounting,
Scars I have won't close.
In myself I am doubting.
My raw emotion shows.
My demons won't behave.
The worst is yet to come.
Choose suffering or the grave.
Sometimes darkness looks like fun.
Words won't reveal enough.
Your ears can't hear me clearly.
I said all the stuff
I can say to you about me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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