Mom, why I should live?
Why did you bring me to this hell?Why do I have to bear all this burden?Why did you throw me on the street?
Mom, what should I do?
Mom, why does this hurt?I want to split this chest, there is something that hurts there.I want to get it out, I don’t want to live with it.
Mom, what do I mean to you?
Do you love me?Then why did you let me live?Why are you letting me walk?
Mom, do I live only to die?
Why does death feel so beautiful?Should I still walk forward?Why do I feel like turning around.
-Kemal Efendy