As I release the poison from my veins
I find twisted pleasure in my pain
Just one more time is all I want
To kill the ghosts that slowly haunt
And dissolve my blood and become this unfamiliar pain
As the poison grows stronger flowing through my veins
I release it to rid myself of this unbearable pain
That is taking over me and killing everything good that I know
Do you hear it?
The sound of flesh being ripped apart
A new wound is opened among the scars
And I feel that there is no other option left for me
No one is there to help me anymore
They don't understand me or my ways of helping myself
No need for them to
I don't want their help
January 2006
Home; Bedroom; 11: 00 pm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poems are very raw and expressive. I think we all feel like this at some point in our lives. At least I hope we all do, otherwise it´s just you and me who are a little bit twisted! thanks for sharing your thoughts.