More and more times
I think each day
About these thoughts
I cannot hold at bay
I try to think
About family and friends
And reasons why
I should not make this life end.
More and more
I think each day
About ways to
End the day
I don’t ask for help
Nor do I want it
I just want everything
To become perfect
No more feeling down
No more being pissed at nothing
No more me
Things would be perfect then
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem