are you thinking of suicide?
do you really wanna die?
go ahead and do it
i dare you to try
take that knife out
if feels warm against your skin
after losing so much
is this really how you win?
see the blood at your feet
all you feel is dread
after you think it out
you dont want to be dead
you try to stop the blood
you start to scream and shout
you let the death come in
now there's no way out
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem