I hear the voices,
Talking to me day and night.
I’m standing on a ledge and they are telling me to leap,
Telling me to jump straight down,
Into a pond where I can drown.
I hear the voices,
Telling me what choices to make,
I hear the voices, so cunning, so sly,
Telling me that the answer is, Suicide,
I hear the voices, Getting louder,
And it all just becomes to much,
So I jump.
And in my head as I’m lying there, there is but only one sound,
Which is the voices that are echoing all around.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem