I hope for the best.
but get the worst.
its not simple life.
its a curse.
I'm already living in hell,
so i might as well,
go ahead,
and make the final cut.
and free my damned soul.
they say suicide is a sin.
that I will go to hell when ever, if, or when.
but I say let the knife mend.
and allow my life to come to an end.
I tell you now.
if I come back.
id certainly do it again!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem