Fading away, into the darkness
with my heart in one hand
and in the other, madness
why live a life I can’t stand
A bullet in the chamber
a gun in my hand
I won’t last till September
I hope you’ll understand
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Powerful. Grief is temporary, depression can last for a long time, suicide is forever. Thanks for sharing.