Sometimes I wish

Sometimes I wish I was dead
I think a lot of questions
Why must be me?
Why it is like this?
Why?
Why?
Why?

I am tired
I always wanted to cry out
But the other side of me
Is holding back my tears

Should I be strong?
And not to cry anymore
I do not know

Sometimes I think of suicide
But I afraid of the pain
The pain of cuts
The heat from the blood

I need a place
That belongs to me
I hate this world
It is full of filthy humans

Sometimes I wish I can die
In a peaceful way
Sleep and never wake up again
To see God
To be in my own world