I guess it doesn’t matter.
I have but two choices.
I have but one fate.
I can choose either.
To kill myself.
Or silently suffer.
Nothing is good for me.
I am exclusively damned.
Though I can’t understand.
If I accept my damnation.
Why do I carry on?
Why can’t I pull that trigger?
Why can’t I buy that cyanide?
What is keeping me alive?
Why do I even try?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem