As I lay there, blood dripping out my wrist
I'm so weak can't move my fingers to make a fist
I feel so peaceful, I feel so calm
I like the warm feeling of blood striding against my palm
Every part of me feels heavy, can't lift my head
I've done this for everyone who said....
'You aren't worth anything, your a mistake and so is your life.'
So now I'm ending it with a knife
All my life I've been going through pain, and finally I'm calm and at ease
I get judged only by what people see's
Been hurting for so long
I feel like I don't belong in this world it just feels so wrong
Finally my life is done and over with
My body feels weird, it's going stiff.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Drawn(no pun intended) to the title of your work, here...as I have written quite a few works including short stories on the Darkside and I still enjoy a good read...Your piece is punched with graphic imagescape, and it's good to know that the above work does NOTpour from an auto-bio vein(again...no pun intended...well, perhaps a drops worth) ? Solid write ~FjR~