I go up to the coffin in the front of the room i see myself lieing there cold and lifeless behind me no is there cause not one person cared enough to show up no one cared when i was alive so why would they care when i was dead i will wander this earth with no peace no relief from my pain and suffering that will torment me even in death
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem