Too many temptations,
Too many ways,
To take my life,
To give myself pain.
The internal burning grows,
With each thought,
To slice the wrist,
Cut deep into the vein,
And let all the pieces,
Leave my broken heart,
And flow into the arms of eternity.
My imagination grows with each thought,
Anything can be used,
Everything can make the pain,
Leave from my soul,
And put rest to my mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem