Please don't cry my dear.
Ill dry those tears,
and keep them from falling.
Please hand me your razor.
Give me your wrist, two more cuts,
Ill stop the blood from running.
Please don't slam your head on the door.
Ill catch you as you fall,
Finally hitting the floor.
Please lay down and take these.
They don't taste good,
But they'll make you sleepy.
Please close your eyes.
Ill help you fall asleep,
Rest. In. Peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem