I always want eternal rest
From all the pain and misery
That I went through
All the years I live
Maybe I could be overdosing
The sleeping pills i had
And let myself die
To eternal sleep
Or maybe I could hang myself
Or to jump down from a tall building
Or a cliff or a canyon
Just to end my struggling
Or maybe I could cut myself
With a sharp blade
Piercing through my skin
And leave myself to bleed
Until I’m losing it
Oh I wanted to die
Just because I couldn’t handle
The problems that is in my hands
Life sucks and full of pain
I can’t take it anymore
YOU ARE READING
POEMS III
Poetry3rd book of poems written by me. Some of the poems are old and possibly most of them are nrewly written.
