I drag the blade across my skin
It hurts so good I do it again.
Over and over the numbness sets in
I wish that I were happy again
I know there's a god
I won't deny that
But I know that he hates me
and that's a fact
He teases and toys
with my fragile heart
He thinks its a game
like he's creating art.
He saw that I smiled
I was joyful and free.
That made him angry
He wouldn't let me be.
I know I was bad
I was never an angel.
But is mischief a reason
to make life so painful.
The blood has now dried
and the pills are all gone
the pain has come back
I'm betrayed and alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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