Sometimes, I catch myself thinking
without blinking
what would be the most painless way,
to die?
I can't lie
I don't feel depressed
I still laugh, love, and feel content,
so why do I have this intent?
I grip the knife
ready to take my life
but stop and think,
what will this do to the wife?
I feel so selfish, and unsure
I have everything one could ask for
and more
So why do I feel like this?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Purpose can cure those feelings