They call me a nice guy
They often feel bad for me
They hate it when I slit my wrist
I don't like it either
But I continue to do it
It's a need more than a habit
Maybe someday
I could break the habit
This goes beyond love
It's about my well being
Maybe someday
Life I won't be seeing
Who controls the way
I forget to pray
But don't we all
Maybe someday
Struggles will pay off
For now we just wait
Maybe someday
It will be to late.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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