All day
all night
i think about death
wheater to stay alive or not
so many reasons
for both yes and no
but i have to choose
its not fair
i hate deciding
i might choose wrong
i need help
just the sound of death
saded's me but amuses me
interestingly my heart beats faster
when i say
or think about
death
it almost sooths me
D.E.A.T.H
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, indeed u need help...profesional help.''It sooths me' what kind of crap is that? U know nothing of death.