</>They told us to do our best
And that God would handle the rest
They told us to close our eyes and pray
And that a savior would make it all okay
I tried my best to believe that hope exists
But after all these lies I could slit these wrists
Filled with regret for what I am not
I could load the gun and here it pop
After all this time I'm cut down again
A failure until the bitter end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem