My life was my prison it was my enemy.
It left me to choose suicide.
I didnt have any other choice,
I had no other way left.
I couldnt grin and bare my pain any more.
I couldnt cope with with what others did to me.
Suicide is my only way.
I tryed in vain to win the fight.
I trey so desperatly to stay and fight.
But in the end my fighting was for nothing my demons won.
There was nothing left too do.
I took the plunge and decided too simply end it all.
If I could of fighted it off and won I would of stayed.
But I realised it was pointless.
I knew it had beaten me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
After thirty years, I know there ae no answers. I only know the pain must come to an end. The love I feel for my husband is not the same as what he feels for me. I truly a alone and even God has forsaken me. I am an accident in the universe. There is no tomorrow. It ends today. I am not loved, not truly. God bless those with the strength to go on.....I am not one of them. So, goodbye.