have you ever
wished to be a fortune teller?
so that maybe
you wouldn't
get hurt.
have you ever
wanted to die?
and put
a cease to
the endless pain
have you ever
wished you didn't exsist?
so maybe
you wouldn't be seen
as that girl
have you ever
felt so helpless?
that god
seemed like
a fairytale dream
have you ever
wanted to say frig you all?
so that maybe
they'd leave you
alone
have you ever
wanted to be invisible?
so that they
could'nt see
how much you hurt
well I do
I want to be
a fortune teller,
I just feel,
like dying
I wished I don't exsist,
god is a dream
I leave for sleeping,
I've said frig you
to those I love most
I want to be invisible
and now I am...
But I'm also
six feet under.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Those last two lines are a zinger