your scared and fightened
dont know what to say
they have broken in
killed
and just walked away
you hid and now your alive
you walk around
see the blood that has been shed
they left the knife
you pick it up
a thought comes in to your head
you say no way
but yu look around and see
your family is gone
you wont to be with them
and know no other way
you look into the mirror
your crying
and then the knife comes up
and you say
good bye
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
....powerful...Lonliness and depression, sadness. All good for a death poem. Kudos.