This is a note of freedom.
A choice taken by some.
They call it simply suicide.
But if it is that you will have to decide.
Their are no reasons left in me to explain.
No desires left boldly unexclaimed.
I just want to drift out from this prison.
Stand up reborn into this place i have arisen.
You can never grasp the torments i have achieved.
The hatred of myself that can be barely believed.
Smypathies and pities are wasted on me.
Just accept the truth of my agony.
It was never the fault of fathers, mothers, or brothers.
Always in my heart i have felt this above all others.
Death is my release from this insanity,
Let me please be free of my humanity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem