Suicide is a scary word.
People think it when life's too much.
They think it's the only way out
When the pressure gets tough.
They think how much they hate ilfe,
How they wish they were never born.
They write letters to friends and family,
Knowing they'll be torn.
People die everyday,
From murder to suicide.
Why do people want to take away their life,
When it is so great to be alive?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem