I cower alone in a quiet room my thoughts regret themselves
Hate the fact that I exist to be told what to tell
It would just be better if I was gone I blend in too perfectly
Caged inside shocking feelings I know I must surface these
How can I convince myself that suicide's not the solution
When every problem's answer screams for my execution
I must destroy this version of me for peace and contented dreams
End the conflicting battle within before the needle shreds the seams
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem