I think I killed myself today
Looking in the mirror
Feeling like I wanna get gun happy
Here we go again
Maybe I’m just irritable.
Maybe I’m just confused.
Ah I just want to be needed.
What day is it anyway?
Not like it matters
I just don’t know anymore
Quite what to do
Too much judgment.
Too little encouragement.
Ah I just want to be loved
Today I’ll leave the house
And stop shooting myself in the head
Aren’t we getting ambiguous?
I hate that side of you
Another day of nothingness.
Another day just the same.
Ah I just want to be hurt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
like the poem, i wonder some times who invented the devel.