Im used to being quiet.
Im used to being shy.
Im used to being invisible.
Im used to being alone.
Why do i even exist?
Im going to cut.
Im going to choke.
Im going to commit suicide.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, that's, well blunt to say the least. The hardest thing for me to do in my life is to make myself feel like I'm worth anything. I struggle with it. I hope you find happiness in yourself.