I feel the razor cutting deep in my skin.
I try to fight but the agony and pain is going to win.
I feel the blood running down my face.
I just run and hide in a dark place.
As the knife slits my wrist and the blood begins to pour.
My heart is broke, my soul is gone i feel the devil begging for more.
What do i do just sit and die.
Im a sweet sacrafice living a lie.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow... Just desperation and emotion in this one. I really like it. Shelby Jasmin