I'm sittin in my room
Just thinkin what should I do?
I know if I pick up the razor
Jesus won't be in my favor
Here I go,
I Hope I don't lose control
The blood runs down my hand
And I can barley stand.
My vision is blurry,
My words are slurry.
I can feel my soul leavin my body
But for some reason I'm not sorry.
People were just cruel
Because I wasn't useful.
I put on a fake smile,
I was in denial
I told everyone I was okay
When I was just ready to go away
Now I'm dead.
My parents walk in and all they see is red.
They call the ambulance,
And say it was an accident
But I did this on purpose
Because this world isn't worth it
Society acts like they're sad
But in reality I know they're glad.
My funeral is coming up
The whole town shows up.
People speak and say they love me
But deep down they don't even know me
The people that bullied me are there.
I don't even know why, it's not like they cared.
I know it wont take long
for everyone to forget I'm gone.
Because I'm not something to be swelled on.
I hope things are much better now. Hopefully this poem will show others that are going through similar times, that there is hope. Keep writing and thanks for sharing, Kora. Peace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i go though that all the time. myself sometimes want to die to. it shows how much pain you got though. i love this poem! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !