One hundred poems
of love, life, and death
a life so depressing
as these things I know best
the last four years
have given me something to write
though the things in my poems
keep me up at night
I've lost my father
some friends too
and the one person I loved most
my nightmares came true
I gave my mom a stroke
several times tried to take my life
the only way I didn't try
was stabbing myself with a knife
in and out of the hospital
I didn't really care
I'd lost so much already
couldn't bare another year
I can beg forgiveness
I can cry until my eyes bleed
the plant of life is wilting
I'm nothing but a weed
a deep blue funk I'm stuck in
I can't seem to get away
it makes me ask myself at night
will I live to see another day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem