I wish I had the guts to die
I’m tired of living this lie
Everyday I cry
Everyday I don’t want to try
I wish I could be me, myself and I!
I wish I had the guts to tell you how I feel
I’m tired of trying to heal
Everyday I try to deal
Everyday I don’t want to feel
I wish I could heal.
*(A poem for a friend, Who I told I'd wanted to end, This life because it is pretend, But will he defend?) *
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Sad poem. But I understand what you mean. When you have people around you to hold you up while you are on your knees, it helps to look on the brighter side of things. Please find the strength in you.