The day that I die,
so near
so far.
I wish it was today,
too hard to keep going.
Hoping that it won't be for awhile.
I'm confused,
I have no clue what I should do.
Keep going
and try to be strong
or end the life I was given
and hopefully end the torment with it.
I guess
all there is left for me to do now is
stand tall
with my head held high
and keep going.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem