A blank page
with dark circles
that I fall into
and they never end
so my screams are infinite
just as I pray my sleep to be
I'm lost
and those big, bold letter only block my view
the fine print
isn't so fine
& the bad news
turns me blue
could it be more clear
that I don't belong here
and my only escape
is my most dangerous fate
but that fate is so appealing
as i slit my wrist, bleed,
and my skin just begins peeling
rigt now, I'm at a low point in life
I look down, from this height
and see that if I jump, it won't hurt much
tempt me with your ouch
and give me that adrenaline rush
Could It Be More Clear
that I wait for death everytime I open my eyes & breathe
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ouch! Really depressing.Everyone goes through these periods but everyone without exception come out of it....thats the law of averages.so why dont you infuse some hope in the poem as well?