I have a revolver in one hand
and a rounds in the other
i load the gun and spin the barrel pointing it towards
my head and all i think about in my head is
will i live or will i die
i pull the trigger
and wake up from te nightmare
sitting in bed i ask myself
im i going insane,
is the deression worsening,
or is it my fate
i keep asking mself
and get the same
answer over and over agin
but i refuse to die
by my own hand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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