What im feeling
is not right.
What im feeling is condemed.
I am not allowed to feel this way.
Suicide
People will frown
Ask why.
People will get hurt.
But they dont know.
They dont understand the hurt i have.
What is happening?
Is this meant to be my life?
Im not living.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem