have you ever felt a stinging 
way down in your chest 
like every breath you take 
could be your very last 
the world keeps on going 
while you stand there in the rain 
its not worth living 
if all you live is pain 
iv been like this from the start 
but no one ever cares
enough to just ask why...
but they never notice 
all the tears i cry 
there is a throbbing in me 
where my broken heart should be 
what is this pain i feel? 
what is this hurt surrounding me? 
why am i stll alive? 
what do you see in me? 
you wont let me go 
you wont just let me just die
i never get an answer 
but i wont stop wondering why                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
Yeah I've used to pray that I would die and that the pain would end cause it get unbearable sometimes and all you can do is cry and try to find ways to be numb from the pain and the little happiness you get might get. But from my experience it's better to feel something than to feel nothing and I hope that one day you find someone who cares like I found someone to just listen to me other than a therapist who you have to pay for them to listen to you.