im depressed, suicidal, stupid and scared,
im lonely, heartbroken, and dis-pared.
why am i like this? i dont know why,
and most days what little things make me wounder why
i am me
im fat, ugly, short, and in pain,
im impossible, unlovable, and insane.
at nights i cry myself to sleep.
and once or twice iv cut to deep.
but i am me.
I've lost my ability to love, my self respect, and my family's trust.
I've lost my soul, essence, and my heart is covered in rust.
i take blades to my body,
and cut till im all bloody.
but i am me.
i let you grow close, and climb my wall,
but now because of me, iv lost it all.
you said you'd love me through my trouble, my helplessness.
but that was a mistake and no your gone.
why am i me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
...grow close and climb my wall. Nice poem. Sylva-Onyema Uba