Two years in darkness
I can't stop the thoughts
As the time draws near
I wonder who will hear
I searched and searched
now i have the gear
I press the gun to my head
How will people feel when I'm dead
I pull the trigger
and my father enters
The bullet failed to fire
I can't fulfill my desire
Now as my father cries
I know a bullet never lies
I think that if people want to die...they should wait and pass away. {It's just my opinion.}
maybe it's for your father. (please don't take this seriously)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Again this is some good serious work. Im in the darkest place in my life right now, i know exactly what went in to every pen stroke for that poem.