I would cut myself
deep into the arteries and
see blood pour out
like water
but I wouldn't die
I would put rope
around my neck
until my airpipe contracted
But I wouldn't die
I tried drowning
I tried choking
But death wouldn't come to take me
Maybe Maybe because I was already dead
And
Death is for the living.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem