Poeme : Shameful, Isn’t It ?

I have always lived on this solid path,
Empty of love filled with hatred, completed with wrath.
Painfull to live something as I did, what a shame,
Why did I have to live up to something so lame ?

The questions I ask, I am so tired to do so.
Never trying to find the answer I can never go.
I will not be able to escape this life unless,
Someone, someday, can feel as shameless.

My mind is my own and I just can’t share it.
My thoughts are my life love of others won’t fit.
I won’t ever again do the same mistake.
I will never again, my loneliness, fake.

My misunderstood thoughts are of my privacy.
If I wish to be suicidal, than so it shall be.
But don’t ever again bother talking to me,
Because always it has been my destiny…

i-avə alwε livεd ɔ̃ ti sɔlid pat,
ɑ̃pti ɔf lɔvə fijεd wit-atʁεd, kɔ̃plətεd wit wʁat.
pɛ̃fyl to livə sɔmεtiŋ a i did, wa a ʃamə,
wi did i-avə to livə yp to sɔmεtiŋ so lamə ?

tə kεstjɔ̃z- i ask, i am so tiʁεd to do so.
nəve tʁiiŋ to fɛ̃d tə ɑ̃swœʁ i kɑ̃ nəve ɡo.
i wij no bə ablə to εskapə ti lifə œ̃lεs,
sɔməɔnə, sɔmədε, kɑ̃ fil a ʃaməlεs.

mi mɛ̃d is mi ɔwn ɑ̃d i ʒyst kante ʃaʁə it.
mi tuɡtz- aʁə mi lifə lɔvə ɔf ɔtœʁ wɔnte fi.
i wɔnte əve aɡɛ̃ do tə samə mistakə.
i wij nəve aɡɛ̃, mi lɔnəlinεs, fakə.

mi mizœ̃dεʁstud tuɡtz- aʁə ɔf mi pʁivasi.
if i wiʃ to bə sɥisidal, tɑ̃ so it ʃal bə.
byt dɔnte əve aɡɛ̃ bɔtœʁ talkiŋ to mə,
bəkozə alwεz- it-as bin mi dεstini…