No one knows what is going thru my head.
as I slide the glimmering blade over my wrist.
While I watch the red crimson flow down my fingers
Dripping onto the once white tile floor.
I wonder why no one will help me?
They all just leave me to die alone.
When they all know that, that is my fear.
they wanna see me in pain, but what they
don't know won't hurt them.
The pain in my wrist numbs the pain in my heart.
So I can move on to the next day.
Just to suffer through another day of hell.
The sight of the blood excites me.
Because I know it's mine and only mine.
But it makes me sick to know that you can
take the pain you cause to the next level.
So I take this last this last oath in blood and become
Cold to all of this, Cold to all your feelings.
that was a good poem.. i once tried that but i have more to get and give n learn so thats y im here today.. im 16 too.. you can comment mine if u would like
that was a good poem.. i once tried that but i have more to get and give n learn so thats y im here today.. im 16 too.. you can comment mine if u would like
Nothing hurts more than someone hurting you. Even worse when they enjoy it. The blood is your life and you should have to spill it for no one but yourself. If you cut for pain caused by others you do nothing but cause their satisfaction.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice n true i liked it it was intrest