When I'm dead and gone will you hate me?
Will you blame yourself?
Now I'm dead and cold in my grave.
Will you cry for me?
will you visit my grave.
Blame need not lie with any of you.
I couldn't face life anymore.
It all became way to much I couldn't deal with it.
I hate the evils of this world.
They thought that they had the right to use me.
To attack me and abuse me.
Now I've gone away far from this world.
Please dont hate me.
Please dont cry.
I just had to escape one way or another.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
May all your hurts tranform in this creative energy of poetic expression. May you live this bliss, this art so much that all the gloom turn into a flower bloom.