I remember when I used to fake my smile;
consumed by misery, but in denial.
I recall the dark nights when I'd mutilate my body
where nobody could see,
then give myself away- all for free.
I recapture the thoughts of not feeling worth while,
then I'd attend my agony's endless trials.
All I needed was to escape, to break free,
but I soon fell victim to apathy.
It's worse than anything and I'm sure you'd agree-
if you knew what it felt like at that time to be me.
I felt so numb and so drained of motivation-
my life was consumed with desolation.
I wanted nothing more than to end my life;
to finally pursue and succeed suicide,
but something inside me said
'No.! u can't…Give your life
a second chance'
I would never have the strength too do tht. thank u guys (:
Everything has a reason, it works on purpose.. maybe you have to find it. nice expression of words but its not good to end your life the way you want.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That's not good Melissa.Ending life is not the solution.Keep fighting.Be a brave girl.What will happen will happen.Nice ink.Liked it.