I would teach you
how to be broken,
you have to learn
how to be strong
I would teach you
how to fall,
you choose if
you ever want to rise,
I would teach you
how to hang yourself
out of the world,
it's a narrow road
that widens when its time,
I would teach you
how to waste time
only you can save yourself;
I would teach you
how to sink,
afterall, not every sailor
sail to shore,
many are a sad story,
told at the end
of another sad story;
not every soul
should know peace,
not every soul
should speak love;
the world is a cemetery
why bother
about love and affection?
when there are questions
seeking answers,
questions like
who will dig the last grave?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem