I stare blankly at the wall
Wishing my pain could be stalled
I remember when I was young
When I used to play with my mum
But now I sit alone with a blade
Just wishing my life could be remade
The cold steel touches my wrist
And I begin to clench my fist
The darkness begins to consume me
And the blood is all I can see
I begin to dropp to the floor
And my mind begins to sore
now the pain has gone
And I had wished for this for so long
now I don’t have to find a place to hide
From the demons that are at my side
And now my time has come and I must go
To rest and be as cold as the snow
Where there is no pain…
© AJ CLIFF
A good write Adam, but I feel at your age you shouldn't be writing such morbid tales. Look at other things in life, everyday occurrences which can be humourous or more solemn, Nature for instance has a boundless amount of interesting things to write about. Too much sadness can put people off, if they have to continually read about it. As I said before, you have great potential, so widen your horizons a bit more. Love Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so heartfelt thanks for sharing 10