I died again last night
laboring through the pain
No other way to get through it
like walking in the rain
I've died a hundred times by now
each time I hope it ends fast
but when I pull through each morning
I pray that its the last
If I'm taken out of here
I wish each of you the best
You better know I loved you
now I just have to rest
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem