Blunt Thoughts rushing through my head
Telling me I`m better of dead
I forbid myself to let anyone know
Yet deep down I want to let it all go.
So I cry a million tears
It helps relieve my fears
I am tormented by my past
I dont know how much longer i can last
Blunt thoughts rushing through my head
But am I really Better of dead?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem