I don’t want to be here,
there is no need for my existence.
I stand here not knowing who I am or who I will be.
I am sinking farther and farther away and there is nothing you can do about it.
I hate the person I was and the person I have become.
My past is always coming back to haunt me.
Nightmares, flashbacks, invisible attacks.
I don't need to be here,
there is no need for my existence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ouch! a friend o mine committed suicide a month ago Bri, i still ache 4 her, n i imagine she must hv had these thoughts in those last moments before she pulled the plug..i hope u know tht u co-exist. peace