What would you do
If you really were dead?
Would you be happy
Or would you cry instead?
You talk of it often
Inside your head
But why do you wish that
Wish yourself to be dead?
Do you think it would hurt?
You've asked more than twice
But why do you ask this?
Why do you hate your life?
Do you want it slow and painful?
Or quick and painless?
Do you want to bleed?
Or for the blood to be stainless?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem