life is a breeze once you get past the pain, agany, and hatered but no one can get past that unless they go through death first and after death you dont have life anymore your nothing no one will remember you no one will care if your dead just as long as your gone and it doesnt matter what happens to you just as long as you dont come back but lucky you death is peaceful but life is harder to deal with so if i had a choice i would choose death
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem