i sit here alone in the dark
and all i think bout is my thought
the thoughts i can never get out my head
always bout the same thing
everyday is the same
i sit and listern to my music
but it never works
suicide is the only thing that i do
i dont go out much
i dont have any friends
they are all druggies
or have better lives
if i dont slit my wrist from the voices
i punch walls and brake me nuckles
why am i like this
why do i do this
even i dont know
i cry my self to sleep
the scars all over my body
i wonder wot people think
but in the end i dont care
wish this would all stop
i wonder why i am still alive
mabey its god
mabey its not my time to go
i wish it would just end
would family and friends cry
or would they not come to my funeral
but to me i dont care i just wanna die
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love your poem...and hope u get help... ~leanna~