What a beautiful suicide,
The night skies so dark,
The stars shine brightly,
Tonight I'll make my mark.
What a beautiful suicide,
With a knife next to me,
Alone in my room,
How good shall this be.
What a beautiful suicide,
I'd already planned,
Alone in silence,
Nothing could be more grand.
What a beautiful suicide,
I don't think I could die,
Come to think of it,
it shall make others cry.
What a beautiful suicide,
I'll no longer commit,
I will just mend what is wrong,
I was stupid I admit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like this piece it's frightening to think that one can't make a mark in the world except by dying...it scares me too sometimes-though i never thought of committing suicide- in 'Tonight I'll make my mark.' and thinking you're more in control by being alone in this grand action...letting noone witness it 'Alone in silence, Nothing could be more grand' this all happens when one thinks of his/her own glory and life...but it hits you when you realize 'it shall make others cry' and you no longer do it, because you care about hurting others a long comment, i apologise....but with a poem that holds so much meaning and conflicted emotions...i just can't help it