Stop asking questions; I beseech, <br />Cause without complains I have reached <br />The point to say goodbye. <br />I wished you could have guess and say <br />That life become too much for me, <br />So, to die was the only opportunity. <br /> <br />Maybe my life was like a closed book, <br />No sign of depression, even if you look <br />Around; and neither of us had the suspicion <br />That in my life would land some seed of depression. <br />I didn't want to tell you it was bad, <br />Cause I was scared you would become mad. <br /> <br />Without any use, I try to get rid of the seed, <br />But to find the wind blow it back, deeper in, was the last I need. <br />My vision was dark, I have no sight, <br />And my face was tearstained by night, <br />But now everything has come to an end <br />I pull the trigger, and life is no more a friend. <br /> <br />I hope you remember me as someone happy, <br />Who fits into society, life, and your family. <br />A child with a sunny disposition, <br />I wish you would see me in that position. <br /> <br />Please don't be angry with me, <br />About my death; do not disagree, <br />Cause I am now history <br />On someone else, focus the prayers of thee. <br /> <br />(1998) <br />(Translated by Marien Jacobs: Uit die mond van 'n Selfmoordenaar)<br /><br />Marien Jacobs<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-word-from-a-suicide/
