Can't analyse the type of love I feel
when all I want to do is scream: 'Don't die.'
It's not like Cancer. It just seems unreal -
and, even though, sure, I've been close myself, why
would I want to understand this? Yet, I do -
but won't accept that suicide's okay.
But, if it is, should I go that way, too?
Because you just won't see another way,
and I just can't face living without you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem