To all my family and friends,
I'm happy to say, this is the end.
I've been contemplating death for a while.
Stressed out, as all these problems pile.
I need more help than I can get.
A year in therapy, no improvement yet.
Scarred for life and full of pain.
Unable to clean this everlasting stain.
No one but me knows the whole truth.
Of all the awful things of my youth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem