Now that I've choosen suicide
Now i've choose the final end.
Will you hate me?
For what I have done.
Will you think of me as
A prat or stupid?
Now imdead you
Will hate me.
You will think of
In a different mannor.
You will hate me
You must hate
My mannor of leaving.
You nust hate the way
I uped stocks
And left everyhing behind.
Try not to hate ne
Dont grive for long
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem