If i'd have known life ends in doom,
If I knew what lie ahead
I'd have never left my mother's womb
I'd probably wish that I was dead
Why is time so hard to manage?
The things I've suffered in this life so far
Have caused to me irreparable damage
Have left on my soul a permanent scar
I find myself hoping there's no after-life
(Yet I'm certain that it must exist)
When I'm dead, will that end the strife?
And what about here, do you think I'll be missed?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem