My life means nothing, it is gone
I don’t like it when people might be right, and I wrong…
Can I just end it all now, the misery and pain
If I don’t, surely I will go insane
I’ve asked for help and still I am alone
I thought it would subside when I was grown
There is nothing more that can be done
When death has already won
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem