I know one day I'll escape in this world, and death will prove itself as the greatest defeat again. And those who really care about me, will be having to live life without me but those who didn't knew me well would be miserable, wanting to know how I was and everything about me. The truth is that I'd be happy for leaving this earthly hell.
Imagine me, leaving my best buddies, my close relatives, my favourite things and as well as my happiness. I've spent years trying to maintain everything and I'll be leaving them forever, meaning I wasted time creating all this for nothing.
Imagine all the memorial services, the crying and money being spend over death. I have no choice but to leave and for the first time, I won't be concern about which side of the bed I rose up from in the morning and no longer care about anything no more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem