Who are you
to say im fat?
Who am I
to say you're wrong?
Who are you
to say im ugly?
Who am I
to say you're wrong?
Who are you
to say ill live?
Who am i
to take my own life?
Should i take
the part of god
and end this life
thats gone on to long?
Should i take
the part of god
and tighten my finger
to hear the sound of the gap?
BANG!
DANG!
Im still here
i can feel the blood trickle
right down my spine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Feels like hurts. Kind of slowly paced too.