I don't actually want to die,
When darkness creeps, a whisper speaks,
Tempting me to take the final leap.
The shadows loom, the void seems near,
But deep within, a voice rings clear:
'I don't actually want to die.'
Though trials test, and pain persists,
This fragile flame within persists.
A will to live, a drive to fight,
Guides me back towards the healing light.
'I don't actually want to die.'
The path is hard, the struggle real,
But in this truth, I find my zeal.
For life's resilient, beating heart
Refuses to be torn apart.
'I don't actually want to die.'
This mantra echoes, strong and true,
A lifeline to hold fast unto.
Though darkness calls, I will not heed,
For living is the greater need.
'I don't actually want to die.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem