İ was sitting alone,
Thinking of my misery,
Asking who was i,
Wondering what happened to my family...
The time was flying;
The sun wasn't shining;
My mother was dead,
And my father was dying.
İ lost my mind,
İ started to drink,
Piils became my friend,
Who was killing me.
My sister suicided,
And i didn't know what to do,
İ knew one thing though,
İ didn't want to live anymore.
I also can't recommend this _ 'My sister suicided, And i didn't know what to do, İ knew one thing though, İ didn't want to live anymore.' - Life is sour, life is sweet. Life is love, life is hate. And at last life is really a wonderful grace!
well done....it is really sad poem but u r so brave to explain all these sad things...keep going dear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you...I will keep that in mind and see what i can do.