I want these people to feel this pain.
I want them to know how I feel.
How can god exsist?
If he was 'here' I wouldn't be in so much pain.
I love pain.
But I hate it.
I want these people to feel it.
Feel it bad.
And HARD! ! !
Why do I want this.
I hate this life.
If god loves me he'll let me die.
I don't care how.
Just please soon.
6/27/09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem