Laying in a dark empty room
Dwelling in all the fear
Hoping for something real
Crying out for help
No ones there
Picking up the blade
Leaving lovely marks
Blood running down her skin
Slowly fading away
Tears down her face
Wishing there was another way
Opening a bottle
The last option she has
Swallows dreaming for the best
Wonders if she will live.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
my friend used to cut herself as well as myself but i changed and left that life behind me. and i would know about pain cause i get stuff from people everday cause i like girls but i deal with it and hope it gets better tomarrow. stay strong :)