Everyone wonders why I want to die.
No one knows the truth.
Not even my best friend.
Im physically abused by my brother,
After our parents death he went crazy.
When I get home I check and make sure no ones there.
I go into the bathroom where he has all his pills.
I empty the bottles into one container.
I grab a bottle of water and leave the place I have called 'Home'
I walk to the nearest park, and sit against the palm tree.
Looking up at the sky I think of the hell I have been put through since I was seven.
I take the container of pills out,
I take every last one of them.
I feel my body getting lighter.
As I die I head a man scream.
He runs to help me.
But he's too late
Im already dead
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good work Ashley. I like this one as well as some others.