You'll see me cry, you'll watch every tear
But the words behind them, you'll never hear
There I am in the reflection,
of the mirror on this wall,
in the tiny dark bathroom,
Right next to the stalls.
It's obvious I'm visible,
Since those dead eyes are mine,
yet I walk these halls unnoticed,
pretending that I'm fine.
Just listen for a second,
hear my cries of despair,
watch me pull out this blade,
that's right, you don't care.
Another dimension in space
another spectrum of light
seen only in the strangers face
heard only in the silence of night
no one will ever know
yet some may still care
what is beyond the glow
after death how we fare
we must live not knowing
seeing only what is to be seen
senselessly we just keep going
only now what is know we are keen
some things we cant know
many things won't be understood
the river of life will still flow
with blind faith as it should
We don't have any hope left
For, things will never be better
so the world hangs from thick rope
grasping this suicide letter.
1/02/12
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey Sierra, hmmm i guess you should write a letter for Him to ask for better days instead of suicide letter...Oh i so much pain you have but hey dont give up...you still young and lot of things you still can reach...break all the wall release your pain and try to jump this barrier..it hard but once u did and make it well..you will be safe...dont hold this letter...try write a hope letter...to heal your bruised soul..it works! Stay strong! ! ! _Unwritten Soul