I am

I am stubborn and realistic

I wonder about death and the after-life

I hear the Devil’s laughter

I see Hell’s gates

I want to understand everything

I am stubborn and realistic

 

I pretend to be okay

I feel Hell Fire

I touch Heaven’s clouds

I worry for the future

I cry for the past

I am stubborn and realistic

 

I understand I had to write this poem

I say everybody dies but not everybody lives

I dream about death

I try to be a normal being

I hope to be okay one day

I am stubborn and realistic