I will be ok once I am finished dying
I will be alright once the pieces hit the floor
I will be able to see again once I am finished crying
All will be ok if I could just need nothing more
This is not the way for me as I seem to need more than is ever really there
I will actually have to die before I am able not to care
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem