Words cut my soul,
Glass cuts my skin,
Fire burns everywhere,
But I see no light within.
Terrors bleed my mind;
Blades bleed my veins,
If I fall vertically,
I can never ease this pain.
Will I burn in flames,
Or hang six feet off the ground?
Tears keep on shining;
They sing without a sound.
I loosen the rope,
Then, I pull it tight,
If I scream out in agony,
Please kiss me, 'Goodnight.'
Hello, Everyone! I used to be suicidal, but not anymore. I hope you like my poem. (:
Best reguards,
nicole middendorf,15, MINNESOTA
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem