Crying out in fear,
When no one can hear,
My final breaths
Will be my death.
The silver blade,
Makes a final cascade,
Over my blood soaked skin,
My wrists grow thin.
Did no one want me?
Did no one see?
I wanted you only to say
“I love you” one last day.
Now there is no time,
In my growing crime.
I love this writing! It speaks to me because I really understand where you're coming from. Good poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Admittedly depressing, but you show that you know a bit about poetic structure and some higher level wording. I'd recommend watching out for the syllable count of each line you put down. Syllables hold the flow of a rhyme scheme together. Otherwise, bravo.