A poem by Doro Roland

Hi,
My name is..
I guess it does not matter
It never did.
But I’m the who are you about to find lying in the bathtub full of red water
With blood dropping from my veins
I finally did it
And I did it smiling.

One,I once cried out
But everyone laughed
Said “Boys don’t cry
Wipe your tears you are not the only one”
I guess we are not supposed to cry over broken heart

Two, mom said
“I’m good
Too good for nothing
That I can’t even take care of the family”
But Mom do not know,
I can’t even take care of myself
And Dad is never around
Let’s not go there

Three, the ones we called friends
Sometimes makes me wonder.
They don’t care
No ones does
They just want to make sure they are okay enough to help them when they need you

You see people
People will always want to have something positive to say
People will want to tell I how strong you
How and why I need to fight
They do not know how hard it’s
How I never feel strong

I deal with all the stuffs and everything
And I feel helpless
Sad and confused
I have tried
And I’m tired
I quit.

“Believe it’s better to be living with dead
Than to be dead with the Living”.

I’m not trying up blame anyone,
But who told Us
“Suicide is not an Option”?
I guess that’s what humans do,
Avoid the problem till it becomes normal.

I’m sorry if you have to see me like this
I was never strong
Guess there’s no other way to say
GOODBYE BEFORE YOU DIE