Why am i still alive
when there is nothing left to live for
no friends, no family
and no love im sure
Ive been lying awake
feeling cold and alone
thinking of the future
away from home
What joy might come?
from this empty life
maybe nothing?
which would result with the knife
Am i still breathing?
or am i dead?
i dont know, i dont care
cause apparently im f****d up in the head!
Is this what you wanted?
is this how it is going to end?
bleeding my heart out
with nothing but this knife as a friend?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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