I want to die
I cut my wrists
No one sees me crying
No one cares
Can anyone see me?
I’m invisible to the world.
But mostly I’m invisible to you.
Would you even care if I died for you?
I just slit my throat and died.
I think about it everyday.
Would anyone notice if I left?
You don’t see the love that I have for you.
So I cut my wrists to find happiness.
But each time I see you, my heart breaks.
You’ll never know how much I love you
and I’ll never know why.
I just know that because of you, I want to die
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dead people dont write poems. if you die because of him/her unknown, your poems will die with you and there will be no story of interior struggle and survival to tell....you have great energy....