It's always a good day to die
weather you be down to the ground, or high in the sky
Leaving this world will be a relief
like stealing from people is to a thief
life is nothing more
until you grab that knife, slice yourself and dropp it to the floor
and to look down at your arm to see that it's all red
just count the seconds untill you are dead
once you cut throught the vien
you'll feel no more pain.
It's always a good day to die
because in a blink of an eye
you might just be able to fly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem