everytime everything is going right in my life
everything is going wrong in my head
i thought suicide and depression was in the past
but looks like that just isnt possible for me
so looks like
offing myself is the only way to end it
so why is it
i still fight this
why dont i
just do this
why do i fight all this
so much
its not like
anyone would miss me anyways
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem