I took a quick look at the rope,
before tightening it around my throat.
all I wish is to be dead.
The thoughts are taking over, my head.
Looking down on the cuts, in my wrist.
I just wanna be done with this.
96 days left until I die.
96 days to the last tears I'll cry.
The thoughts are taking over my head.
Feeling numb, like I'm already dead.
All my pain and anger, nobody sees.
But my lifeless body will make them fall to their knees.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem