Am I crazy?
I'm suppose to be happy...
But yet I'm miserable.
Is it wrong
to feel like grabbing that razor
And cutting deep?
I need something.
Someone to lean on.
Help?
I want to throw up.
I want to break down.
Noone can save me.
Once a harmer,
Always a harmer.
Can I be buried?
I saw those sleeping pills
and wanted them.
I have a boyfriend,
Aren't I suppose to be happy?
I never do anything right.
Cant someone save me?
I need help.
But I dont want it.
I'm cold.
For the same reasons again.
I want to cut.
I want to bleed.
Do I have depression?
I dont know.
If I'm suppose to be happy,
Then why am I still miserable?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem