With mama dead
Too wished I was dead
Why live
When living all hate and wish me dead
Mine life now just sadness, madness and hatred
Had she been alive, she would be there for us
Now she is gone, I'm all alone
I cried, daily, why do i deserve to be alive
I mourned hourly, still he kept me alive
Dying would have been glorious
Thought then with mama I would be united
Suicidal is how I felt
Taking my life was an option
On my grave thought they would write
Here lies the poet
Dead for failing to live beyond mourning
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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