Resting my head in a bunch of towels, laying on the floor
The silence of a stir-less night, never felt so alone before
Forgetting what was said to me, forgetting what I’d done
Running away from all my fears, as fast as I could run!
Remembering all the peaceful times, and happy times I’d met
I gambled life like a game, so chance is what I’d get
The cool and calming serenity of my bedroom late at night
Feeling the final phases of my selfish, shallow life
Saying goodbye to my family, saying tata to my friends
Saying sorry to them all and myself, for bringing my life to an end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem