Tired of feeling sick,
And sick of being ingnored.
I'll open up my wrists,
And show you what's in store.
I'm tired of clinging to life,
It's hanging in the balance.
All I am on this earth,
Is just one big annoyance.
wow.... that's deep... dont do it though... right? jokez, no really....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tomorrow is always a fresh new start and wonderful opportunities. You can't take that away, Amy. Hang in there at ALL times! You are much stronger than you think you are. Best Wishes, Marilyn