For so many years I was blaming myself, thought I am the bad.
For so many years I hated myself, thought I am a cad.
Hate fueled me; I spent all of my nights sad.
Hate fueled me; I was almost waiting for the death.
But I am confused now as I hear the Grim Reaper's voice
I am confused now; I wonder why he is already close.
Because it feels like death is in the air
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem