I sit here crying,
confusion at a siblings outburst is the culprit.
Why am I blamed for anothers sabotage?
I haven't done anything.
Even my own room isn't a comfort,
it's to close to them.
How do friends cope being near me,
I'm such a reck.
I can't control the tears
or the sobs at questions and allegations.
Is it my time to die yet?
Will this agony of untrust never end?
I need a saviour,
but I can't ask anyone.
I walk away from people who care,
I'm too messed up; I don't want to mess up others lives.
Who'll rescue me from myself?
Death won't come; I've moved on from that part of me.
Reaper where are you?
Will you please steal me from this hell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.