Screaming.
It helps.
It relieves.
But not for long.
I need more.
The tears fall.
They help, too.
But not for long.
Looking for more still.
The razor calls my name.
It works!
It helps!
A little nick.
But not for long.
Give me more.
A huge gash.
The blood helps.
But not for long.
Dig in deeper.
Too much.
I linger in this world.
But not for long.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem