I have the gun,
It's against my head,
One RIGHT move,
and ill be dead,
my body still,
my room red,
as I lay,
soundless in bed.
I won't have to cry any more.
the pain will be gone,
no memories will remain.
just a body covered in red.
and my suicide note on the door.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem