Laying on the bed
holding my Head
Thinking that
Why am sad?
Scrolling tears
But who cares?
No one hear...
No! i can't bear
stay Away
Leave my way...
Doing Suicide..
But they are beside...
what the hell..
am not well..
Oh Dame! Laying on the bed
Now blood Sheds......
look at my arm
blood warms..
this is the life
which turns into the knife..
oh laying on the bed
Blood sheds.. my arm get wet
Breathing my last..
thinking about my past..
i may be so bad
that's why nothing i had..
oh God! laying on the bed
taking my death...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem