My grave will be nice and deep,
so I can have a long good sleep.
And in my funeral a lot of people will have to cry,
just because I had to die.
I guess it was my turn to go,
but I know they're gonna miss me so.
I really do not know why,
but there's no reason for me to lie;
I know that all of you cared,
but someone got me super scared.
I killed myself with this gun,
'cause someone thought it might be fun..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem