Alone again
All by my self,
Caught in the weather
Its suddenly raining
Filled with emotions …
With a gun as a friend,
Wanting to do something
Irrational again,
Hopefully something
This time I will gain,
The last time I tried
My mom walked in,
The knife was to dull
I couldn’t accomplish
My simple goal,
What’s the point?
Of life….
If I cant even
Kill my self….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Killing yourself is such an idiotic plan...irrational as what you have said. Pull a trigger or killing yourself with a knife is not worth it after all..........Thanks!