Life is always full of pain, in every turn or crack.
We must learn to ignor the pain & be positive and move on to happier, pastures of the heart.
We must learn to be willing, and smart from the very end, and start.
Depression is the lesson-ing session.
Suicide is cyanide of the happy, heart felt, best.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem