Those want to live
Have purpose and do things for good
Love, have friends as you should
And anyone would help or give
They die
Those want to die
Are useless and fail at they do
Love, have pretend friends its true
And are alone however many they try to buy
They live
So why those that want to die and those want to live wont
The useless go on while those with purpose don’t
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem