As I sit back all alone,
As I cry because I can’t be home,
So as I sit back thinking of suicidal thoughts,
Because im a failure in life,
So now ill go grab the knife,
And then slice my vains,
I guess im like everyone else,
Says im a failure in life,
When I cut my vains ill lay in a puddle of blood,
Thinking why,
That im above,
All I wish is that I had one more hug,
Now that I can’t do nothing right,
Why can’t I die tonight?
Lay with my coffin closed,
Nobody will ever know,
I will not put on a show,
Im thinking about dying tonight,
Im so depressed that I want to fight,
Im a failure I can’t do nothing right,
So tonight im get something that works like a knife.
I'm a failure I cant do nothing right, that comes with setting too high of goals... I think that all the time. this is also a good one... good job. Crystal
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I would like to translate this poem
people would notice, even though you think they may not, even people who wouldnt think would notice, everyone had silent secret impacts on others lives, and when you wrote no more poems... i would notice.. this write expresses how you view your life as a failure, but after reading your poems that cannot be because you're a great writer