Some days I just want to take that dive
Oh the will to give up
I don’t want to survive
Those days the skies grey and my world turns black and blue
She cant cheer me up
If she only knew
The cuts on my wrist so jagged and grim
I can still feel it
My world not dark, but beginning to dim
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
cool poem ++10++ up to the top! ! :) I used to cut myself to... :) keep up the good work! ! :)