A few years ago
I promised myself
to stop my silly suicide games.
At least while my parents
would have to bury me.
Sometimes
like a bathtub with its plug pulled,
when all colors run from my world
and it takes half a day
just to
decide
to take
a shower,
that promise is harder to keep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem