I sometimes wonder
why am I alive?
I answer he's gone, my brothers gone, my role model dead.
I wonder, why do I live if my life is dead.
I love him but I hate him, and he's dead.
The reason I had to live is dead. So why am I alive?
He cut, why didn't I?
He ran, why not me?
He's dead, why not I?
My answer to all is simply,
I'm alive because I'm going to change his path
and make it better.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem