Spiraling in a circle of demise,
I lie here ready to die,
To kill myself,
An option,
Forgiving myself,
The price,
I have nothing to maintain,
An incapacitated family,
Atrocious grades,
I would go right now,
Just leave all the cynicism,
I want to devour life,
Forgive myself,
Sicken my self with cynic thoughts,
Disable what is left of this life,
Distort my perception of this reality,
Conjoin my eyes with wrath,
Clear the mutilated sores left scabbed,
There is much to live for,
But not without one need,
Family,
Someone to prate with about daily activities,
A trustee in my board of patrons,
The breath of life I possess,
Squandered
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