As dark breaks the dawn,
The knife breaks my skin,
I feel alone,
In this cold world.
Such pain I feel,
Suffering from a broken heart,
It is so painful,
I can't stop crying.
Why must I endure this,
My eyes burn from crying,
My wrists bleed from cutting,
As the blood trickles from my fingers,
All alone,
in this cruel world,
Why is it me getting hurt,
What did I do to deserve this.
No one to hold me,
No one to love me,
Will I find my soulmate,
Maybe just someone who cares.
My knuckles bruised,
My wrists bloody,
Ready to end this,
With one quick sweep of my blade,
The knife pierces the skin,
There I lay, a corpe on the floor,
With a cut jugular,
Ear to ear.
THE POEM HAS CLEAR IMAGERY BUT THE IDEA OF HURTING ONESELF BECAUSE OF A BROKEN HEART IS NEVER A GOOD ONE WRITE POEM INSTEAD THAN BE SAD WHEN YOU ARE ALONE
Gosh! This one is really, really heart breaking! Though pretty well written. I think you need someone to talk to, not necessarily a psycologist but someone who can understand what you're going through. I really hope these feelings go away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Deep from your heart.well