I drag the blade
Across my wrist
It's a temporary haven
A moment of bliss
Kissed by the blade
Again and again
I don't like this anymore
I just want it to end
The blood falls down
From the slice on my hand
As I'm crying tears of blood
That no one would understand
The tears on my wrist
Are a compromise
For the salty tears
I refuse to let fall from my eyes
You say I need help
You say I want attention
But I don't need anything
I just want to relieve my tension
These wounds are self inflicted
I am addicted
There's nothing you can do
You haven't got a clue
About what I go through
If only you knew...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
awwww. nice poem.. i can rate to this poem.