These tears I shed are no longer a sign of weakness but a thought of temptation.
All the pain is making me pay; I want my life to go away.
Life is hurting me; life is going to be the death of me.
I welcome death at my doorstep, I'm no longer scared.
These people around me with smiling faces are reminding me of the happiness that I don't have
The happiness that I wanted for so long, but no longer care
Death
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good writing, I like it, thanks.