I had sought death
Selfishly and without mercy
I sought an escape
From my own mortality
My worries and my ills
I made of it an art form
Hoping to make it beautiful
I wanted a grandiose exit
Like the end scene of a movie
I thought nothing of tomorrow
Or those I'd leave behind
I was lost in that thought alone
That I had come to this point
The final chapter due to be writ
And welcomed it with an open page
The sole character of a story
The hero and the villain
Hindsight is always easy
And regret always remembers
I am happy to see each tomorrow
And at a loss to describe that day
At a loss for I were not myself
At a loss for I became a stranger
At a loss for I wished the end
The end, the end how dark it seems
The once came a day
In which I gave up on tomorrow
It passed somehow I lived
And am grateful for it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem