When I am done I fall
asleep waiting for death
to come and get me.
When I am done I know
I will die but i don't
care in my life.
I will go to hell cause
there are places called
jail and prison and there
are places called heaven
and hell and I am
probably be there at
all of them except one.
When I am done living
in a world of hell.
When I am done there
will be no one there
to miss me cause
I am worthless than
everyone else.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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