There are times I wonder,
Whether I should live or die,
Because when I give it my best,
I end up swallowing inside,
I swallow my pride,
I burn with hunger,
The days begin flaming,
And then I pick my number,
I don't remember,
The number I chose,
I'm only hoping it's close,
It's my name he knows,
It's my death I talk,
I guess you can say I brag,
This life has became something,
Something we all can laugh,
Because one point it hit,
It hit as a joke,
A knife to my throat,
But the thing is no one knows,
My life is guilt,
Pain and suffering I feel,
Blood is real,
Look at the red as it spills,
No more games to me,
As I let the blade slide,
It's an adrenaline ride,
The only thing that bleeds is my side,
A pitiful death,
But I knew the devil near,
I hold in fear,
We paint a picture so clear,
So it's time to go,
I knew it from the start,
My heart became His heart,
But the devil tore us apart,
It's time to die.
There is only one life to live and only the Mighty One above can take it away! Excellent and well penned write that clearly shows your great poetic talent! 10+++ Keep it up! It is a long way to go and we need your talent! God Bless You! Love and Peace for always! Romeo from New York City1...
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I would like to translate this poem
This is a beautiful poem, truly a phenomenal write. Great work! :)