when i die, please don't cry
instead read some of my poems
and scream to the world even in the gutter i was able to stay golden
share parts of my heart
and let my words be heard
describe the beauty of my life
that i carried so tightly in my eyes
remember me not for what i did
but for what i dreamed because in the end
thats what i was a dreamer caught in reality
and the only place i felt at home was is in my fantasies
don't cry when i return home
don't mourn.... because this world was never able to kill my
soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem