I look around at this world,
Seeing what things are
Seeing what things used to be,
I grab a blade,
I grab knife,
I just want to end it all.
I think to myself,
Why should I do this?
What will happen?
What's going to happen?
Who will miss me?
Who loves me?
I set down the blade,
I set down the knife,
I cry myself to sleep,
And hopefully this will all be over,
By the end of the night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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