What’s going on? I’m confused!
All I want to do is tighten this noose.
I’m sick of life, but I can’t just die,
Even though all I want to do is cry.
My father doesn't know the color of my eyes.
All I can see are dark gray skies.
Nobody can hear my painful cries.
No light at the end of the tunnel.
My life is circling the funnel.
I feel like my life isn't really mine.
If you’re going to Hell, get in line.
I won’t be too far behind.
I wish life could be set to rewind.
I feel like I’m gonna choke.
My heart’s still beating, even though it’s broke.
I wanna explode, like an I.E.D.
I wanna die, just please shoot me!
Bones blood death, it’s all clear.
Just like water, it could all disappear.
Without a trace, it could be gone,
Just like the crabgrass on your lawn.
I’m barely breathing, it’s not like I can.
I’m starting to think God’s not a great man.
Bones, blood, death, They’re all linked.
Blood is good to swallow, good to drink.
Bones are full of pain, bones won’t fall.
Death ends all pain, ends it all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem