Rot
The prettiest people have the ugliest feelings, but in the coffin we're all horrible
There's no nice way to say you want to die,
There is no poems or poetry that fully express this desire.
It simply exists to consume you
Makes you mute, deaf and blind and throws you into the sea
The sea of despair, loneliness and depression
There are no considerations to make and no god to free you
You are alone, without help and without lifebuoy
It's fighting not to drown, not so soon
It's already late, you already see yourself dead
In a casket without flowers
Consumed like a croacrote and tormenting the living
The few who cared about you
There is no beautiful way to die
Just less painful for the body
There's no reason to live
If every day is to have a new reason to suffer
Or stuff yourself with medicine until it loses its effect.
Until all the sharp targets call your name
And the cigarette smoke enters your chest
Life is not beautiful to live
