My heart is aching
So bad it’s almost breaking
And I’m feeling alone
Coz you left me here on my own
Ever since you ended your life
I can’t look the right way at a bridge, a rope or knife
I see them as a way to enter that heaven up high
So we can meet again when we’re both up in the sky
So I grab the rope and hang it up high
And as my breath stops my final tear I cry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem