36) Unfair suicide
I will to suicide, but I need a guaranty
That if I give you up; you would start to care about me
I don’t want to die to get your attention
Or because I want you to love me
It’s an unfair game you oblige your prisoners to play
For an act of “to be free”
You always choose the weak, the desperate
And those whose dreams, with you, dare to disagree
You’re a selfish player with the greed to keep every thing
That’s the way you like it to be
If the doors of life’s options have been closed
Choice is the only door which you still have the key
Don’t trade, your life, for a low price, a mirage of a better life
Or a fake hope of “to be set free”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem