My wrists are empty,
no more blood to bleed out
my body is pale,
no more light warms the skin
I'm a shallow figure of what I use to be,
parents died, reason why still a mystery
heart stopped, the power to live has left me,
my days are short now, undoubtedly
just give me a week,
no one to miss me, no one to weep
death wish, to be crucified,
FBI report: another suicide
Wow. This is really good! It is really sad though. Keep up the good work! ! ! ~Sunshine ♥
I think this one is.... actaully I can't think of a word to describe wow much i liked it! I know what you mean, but you can get through it. <33
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i adore the last line of the poem..