When we are sentenced to live, to be,
When we don't have any thing to blind ourselves,
When you feel that the sky would become black,
Of the pains that come out our your chest,
When it's torn by dagger of uselessness,
When you weigh up your spent age,
And the result is none, nonsense, absurd,
There's no motivation to evoke you to keep on,
When the pain is going to deadend your heart,
As hard as a rock and stone,
When there's no pure love, lover or beloved!
So, when it's like this, why are you alive?
To suffer and pain?
Emanated well the very logic of suicidal tendencies....eye opener
When there's no pure love, lover or beloved! So, when it's like this, why are you alive? To suffer and pain? what a question, rhetorical yet beautiful
wonderful pal.amazing. this is the way i'm thinkin too. some of us die because of weakness.but some of us are spiritually weak.then I think SUICIDE IS THE BEST WAY TO GET RELIEF. I don't want to write (no! life is a gift which GOD has given us.we have to take the best of it) .All of these are nonsense.sometime we reach to the point that even a lover can not help. Anyway i like your poem more than every other poems.it really relieves me. tnx godbless
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it is bothering me too, if we are born to suffer why really why God give birth to us?