This is just another story,
A sad one it may be indeed.
Is it true?
Or is it fake?
I go everywhere with thoughts inside my head.
Bad ones.
I awaken with them inside
And I sleep with them around my head.
I try to write how I feel
Nothing works.
I try talking,
It only makes things worse.
I cannot even cope.
Slit, slit, slit goes the knife.
All the way down my arm.
The scars re-opening.
I try and stay strong for my friends and family.
But that does not work.
Sob, sob, sob.
Nobody hears my tears.
I am sick of living.
I am scared of dying.
God, forgive me for I have sinned.
Let me speak my story.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am sick of living. I am scared of dying. God, forgive me for I have sinned. Let me speak my story. A good confession through this poem.