I go to bed one day praying I don't wake up the next
wake up the next praying I don't make it through the day.
A life cycle of absolute hatred and regret
Life is scary but
Death is scarier.
that's why I can't do it myself
I just pretend I can make it through and
that I'm not a quitter.
I tried
I really tried
but I can't do it myself.
So instead, I just pray Life does it for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem