I have suicidal thoughts
Inside my med filled head
And I really want you dead
Along with me
And inside my messed up mind
I hear crying all the time
And it wont go away
And inside my battered brain
It always seems to rain
When I try and think
And inside my screwed up skull
The colors are so dull
Theres just black and gray
This is the end
And those suicidal thoughts
They have began to wrought
Pain and death
And you think you got away
But I see you everyday
Here or there
As I lie and wait
And as I sit and wait
I begin to hate
Myself again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That's how everybody feels, if you're not getting laid. You almost bummed me out, so i must need to also. Good One Graham