In my last breath,
In my last thought,
Before I jumped
I had a thought.
As I held that rail,
As I looked down
That water was deep,
I knew… I knew.
In my last gasp,
Of air above,
My last thought,
Before my plunge,
In my last escape,
I thought of you.
cool is the first word that came to my head on this poem. its great!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Read my suicide poems. Having lost a brother to suicide I can look at this problem with different eyes.