Help me be gone
I seem to have reached where
Wish never come my way
Being rock and still
Indifferent; no feelings.
See trash and pieces of the junks
See homeless and the poor on roadsides
See parents be ignored and kicked out
And so on and so on and so on
My reply: "Can't do much! "
And with it turn my eyes.
I hate me please come
Death and gun or a knife
Take this life
The best is to be gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem