You say that you hate your life
As you stand there in your kitchen holding your favorite knife
As you say goodbye to the ones you love
And look up to the sky to say sorry to the creator up above
When you get to heaven and God ask you why
Why so bad did you want to die
I created you on my own
Now you will rot in hell alone
Away from your family and friends you once knew
Away from the breeze that once blew
Never again will you know love
Always and forever will you pray to the God above!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem