They look pleasing
They seem comforting
But the pain they cause
Is the pain i feel
Every night i cry
As i look into the night sky
I soon pass out
Perhaps from the loss of blood
I'm tired of no one caring
Nobody can understand
But they all want to help
As i try to explain the pain
These blades are unforgiving
Tearing at my flesh
The blood on my sheets
Tell of my final hours
Finally someone cares
A friend at my side
Finally it all ends
No more attempts of suicide.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem