Kurt Cobain wrote when
he was at the top of his game,
not all too much later
he was assuming room temperature
society and religion breeds suicide
creating the breeding ground
for self loathing
But I, like many, have many more reasons
for our reasons
to die,
I cannot be who I was
I cannot be who I am
I cannot be someone loved
I can feed and nuture my puppies
and when they are gone
so am I.
One needs purpose for living, or a reason to die.
I have both.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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