Thoughts of suicide are in the air.
Nobody seems to care, but still god keeps me here.
Why I don't have any ideas.
I want to go away, but i cant seem to find the courage.
No one to do it for me, just get me a gun.
So I can go to the place where i belong.
No one will come to my funeral anyways.
So why am I still here?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem