This new thing called death
talked to me today
it told me ways
to make the pain go away
that pain about you,
the pain about my dad
that pain about every
little thing gone bad.
I asked ' how do I get this'
oh please do tell
how do I get out of this
tortuos hell? '
It replied 'it's easy'
simple as 1,2,3
just a few little cuts
and they will set you free
See death is easy
so easy to die
some people are scared
some people wonder why
But I don't wonder
no I don't cry
all I want anymore
is to leave and die
For an eternity I wait
I wait for that day
for this pain I feel
to all go away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That is a wonderful poem i really enjoyed it!