a split second choice
has taken my voive
the voice of reason, inside my head
it tells me that i should be dead
and you know it's right i shouldn't live
i really have nothing more to give
i'm all ready dead inside
and i am so tired of trying to hide..
hide how hurt i've been
and how much i sin
it would be better for all if i were gone
everyone can just forget me with the dawn
you're memory of me will hopeully fade
it's over now my choice has been made
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such sadness. Your words have jumped off the page and pulled me in. A 10.