It is my last tear
After it, I'll disappear...
I will commit suicide
Coz I hate my own life
Yes, once before I liked to see the dawn
I admired the sunset from the seashore,
I wanted to live and I wanted to love
I wanted to feel the touches of your arms
But all of these became like broken glass! ! !
Please, say to me, what do I have?
Just sadness, sorrow, loneliness
And my beautiful bloody death.
I'm ready to breathe my last breath...
Every my dreams has burnt!
My wishes will never return!
My last beautiful autumn.
The birds are going to fly
The most of people want to die
The poets write sad rhymes.
I like this time... very much...
It seems now it's going to rain
The sky has already got grey.
My tears like faded leaves
What fall from the trees...
Sorry for me, I can't live
Please, help me to leave
I took a sharp thin blade
Then looked at my hand
I hope, my suicide raid
Won't be failed...
I opened my veins
They are so frail...
What a wonderful day!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sad point in life to reach. There is tomorrow, but anguish of emotions run rampant in suicide.