why do i feel i need to end
not knowin wats around the bend
why do i feel like i'm my only friend
my soul is to far gone to try an mend
why does the world not understand
that i'm doing the best i can
my motivation is down an weak
my heart is damaged
but my pride stands on its feet
for it is only that
that holds me back
back from escaping
this hard an lonely life
to sit back an think that all it takes
is a slice of the knife
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great write....i feel the same way