so sick of this.
Without strength,
all gone.
No one to lean on.
I want this all
to end.
I don't want to
walk in pain
another day.
Trying to keep
murderous thoughts
at bay.
My hands tremble,
inside I crumble and
decay.
I can't even put
a fake smile on
my face.
I can't line
my despair with
lace for everyone's'
nosy face.
Until I get the guts.
Until that day,
this is the only
way to keep suicide
away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem