They tell me
that it is out of my hands.
No that must not be true.
I've spent my entire life
trying to end your strife
and now you tell me
that you're going to die anyway.
I can't help but hate
when I had tried so hard to love.
I thought I could help you,
I thought I could do SOMETHING.
ANYTHING, only to find out
that it was all in vain.
Don't you tell me
that you made the decision
and there's going to be another incision
when you're alone tonight.
You have rendered yourself helpless.
There's nothing I can do and
I hate it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem