The end is where everyone dies
So why does it matter if u commit suicide
When the end is near
And no answer is clear
Where after all
For me there's no life saving phone call
Why should I say goodbye
Right before I die
Or write letters to friends
Tying up loose ends
My life is one big mess
Having me feel so useless
There are friends I will miss
And regret about one that I didn't kiss
Well this is the end
For me do not defend
This is goodbye
For soon we all will die
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem