Staring at a plain white wall
I've seen my life gain then fall
All the cutting, knicks and bruises here and there
Always wondering if you care
Never knowing what the day holds
Screaming, as it all unfolds
Crying on the floor, only seeing that you've gone
All this is been going on, for far too long
Lying on the floor, day in and day out
Never caring, without a doubt
Walking lonely in the streets, without you beside me
Nothing seems real, or ever too free
Looking over your shoulder, looking into your past
All this is going to finally elaspe
The pain I've been through, is hard to get to
The pressure suceeds, to its finally degree
Tossing and turning in the bed at night
Always waking up, in a dreadful fright
Looking up at you, with a knife and blood on it
Looking down at the gash, that was caused by your hit
But now my plain white wall, covered in blood and ripped away
For now you've killed me, getting me out of your way.
*These are true events which occured at one point in my life. Be thankful for those who get what they deserve, but don't be thankful for the one's who've been hurt for no reason*
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
deep poem great use of imagery