I lock the door.
Thinking what the heck.
I havent nothing left to live for.
I have noubt left to give.
I simply cannot forgive.
I locked the door.
Shutting the rest of the world out.
Knowing it'll be over soon.
I locked the door.
Taking the razor to my wrist.
And cut my throat.
As the blood spurts out.
It'll be over soon.
As they break down the door.
It's to late now.
I've gone.
Im dead.
And this time you couldnt stop me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem