Before I die
I wish my friends to rip me off
My parents to leave me
My lover to cheat on me
And my children to hate me
So that I can leave this world in peace
I will learn the art of suicide thoughts
So that i can grow old without mistreats
If this will is not to be
Misery shall not cease
Till the day my love breathes
strange to say, sometimes I've thought the same.. our 'inner world' is such a deep cave..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It would be so much easier to leave if one didn't love their life too much. Thanks for sharing, Bela Peace