I don’t want to live in this world anymore,
If I’m a woman I’m obviously a whore.
If I’m a daughter I belong to a man,
And if I’m getting older only marriage is my plan
I’ve tried and failed to be worthy of air,
Suffocating whilst people don’t care.
I don’t know how to tell you, that I’m losing my will.
The voice inside me tells me that I’m ill.
I don’t know how to say I don’t want to live,
Or that I have nothing left to give.
I am truly exhausted I’m sorry to say,
Trying to live until today.
I’m ending my life, and I’m sorry I must.
Though I hope the world I leave will turn fair and just.
I find no point in continuing to breathe,
And if there’s a God he’ll know there’s no need.
For in my mind I know I’m already dead,
My wishes unfulfilled, these fires left unfed.
Look, I’ll be honest with you I have tried,
But in the end these tears I’ve cried,
Would make you an ocean, or a raging sea.
The same I must take refuge in if I’m to be free.
There’s no point to me, don’t you see?
The sea is calling, it calls to me.
(A poem by me.)