I sit here pondering
What did I do
I'm hated by all
No one wants me
I should go
Keep everyone happy
I should write a note
But what if they don't read it
It might get soaked in my blood
Oh well
Here we go
Here's the knife
Quick cut across my throat
That should work
GoodBye
GoodBye
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem