theres this torment
this infanite pain
this official though
that has alot to gain
death, sadness
2 things i have
but no one knows
and its like a stab
in my heart
that cant be reached
in my body
adn all i hear is a screach
everytime i cut
people talk
i have to leve the room
adn go for a walk
i dotn like it
i dont watn to
but sometimes
u have to
do the things
ur brain tells u
to cut, to die
and u need to
to stop all the pain
that ur goin trough
all the anguish
it needs to be stoped
maybe if u do it
quietly and nice
no one will think
it was suicide
but then again
think of it
do u really think dying
is that great
ur family
ur freinds
the people
who u love
dont leave them
jsut cope
and when u get help
youll have alot of hope
be strong in the lord
and remember
with him youll
never be alone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your a very good writer! I love you poems