Sometimes I whish I could die in my sleep
Every day trying to keep
This stupid charade up
Drinking from the cup
of life every day
when I whish I could just go away
Death seem a gift to me
all I seem to live is misery
I have no idea what keeps me alive
I just seem to survive
This endless pain called life
that gives me trouble and strife
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the drink in the cup of life can be sweet, if you change yourself i wished i could use my time better, because it is precious.