(This poem is revised by Mr. John Knight...
A special thanks to him...)
The decisions I have to make,
are the ones I cannot take,
They are all so tough!
I wish life wasn't that rough!
The struggles I have to face,
In every single place,
I can't take them anymore,
Not like I did before!
My last decision was to cry,
And hopefully slowly die,
for there is never hope,
would someone strangle me with a rope?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem