A suicide note i write,
for people to understand,
exactly what was going on in my life,
i kept all my troubles inside,
they kept building up and building up,
until in the end
i couldnt take no-more,
i decided to end my life,
it was the only option i had
to get away from it all,
i opened up the kitchen drawer,
a bread knife i saw,
so i slit my wrists,
and watch my blood pour.
I know how you feel, but suicide isn't worth it! Find something or someone to live for!
Amy... I just.. please don't commit suicide anymore! You've committed suicide ten times in a row in each of your other poems! For goodness sake, Don't kill yourself today. Give the blood mop guy A happy holiday.
Oh Amy, If this is a reflection in anyway on your own life, you are worth so much more.Love Duncan
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I would like to translate this poem
I understand, but after all my attempts I still have days I cry because I'm so happy I didn't die when I took the meds or slit my wrists. One day you will have those days as well