Suicide - Poem by Sina Farajzadeh
When we are sentenced to live, to be,
When we don't have any thing to blind ourselves,
When you feel that the sky would become black,
Of the pains that come out our your chest,
When it's torn by dagger of uselessness,
When you weigh up your spent age,
And the result is none, nonsense, absurd,
There's no motivation to evoke you to keep on,
When the pain is going to deadend your heart,
As hard as a rock and stone,
When there's no pure love, lover or beloved!
So, when it's like this, why are you alive?
To suffer and pain?
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