i would do it.
i wouldn't cry.
tell me,
should i do it?
should i try?
just lay down,
go to sleep,
and die.
pray to the lord,
my pain won't keep,
and when i die in the night,
bury me six feet under,
pray the only light i see,
is from the rage of the thunder.
blinding me from my pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem