Today is the day.
The beginning of the end.
The end of the beginning.
The end for me.
Then an hour goes by,
I am sitting so still.
How should I do it?
Make this decision for me.
As the minutes pass on,
So painfully slow.
I can't wait for the ending
To come and get me.
The seconds come slowly
Like snails crawling by
I bleed I cry. I bleed I cry.
Its the end for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem