my suicide
my pain
my tears
they laughed...
i cried
finally i understood
i am a freak
not one of them
i can hear them...
the things they say
the things they think
the voices wont stop
they're in my head
so i turn up my music
and lie in bed
a flash of silver
a dropp of red
guess what
now i'm dead
If that was a true poem, what was the resurrection like dear? I'm just glad you made your way back to share your spirit. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice, i like your style