I saw something ugly but then I had found something beautiful in it.
I saw that I was being hateful to somebody that I know
being so hateful to many people wasn’t very nice of me to do.
I thought that if i saw beauty in everyone and everything could make my life so much easier.
Once I found beauty in everything and everyone really did make my life a whole lot easier
As the day went by I couldn’t pretend that I can see beauty in everything and in everyone had died out.
I knew that I had to declare war between me and my enemies
I just had to wait for the right time and place.
As I told my enemies to meet me at central park
but they never showed.
I couldn’t have the war that I wanted.
As I was losing hope in everything that I did
I told myself that since I can’t see beauty in anything
I had to kill myself to make the world a better place for other
As I got home I tied a rope to the bar of my closet and I jump
After hanging there for a couple of minutes my mom had walked into my room and found me dead
As my mom took me down I took my last breathe in her arms.
But I found beauty in my own death.
That’s the only beauty for me......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem