cry myself to sleep, wake to find my self all alone
in this little empty home
I want to be free from my over caring shell
I want to find a way out of my hell
I slit my wrist covering my hands in tainted blood
crying over you my last love
I want to be strong
I know that I'm not wrong
to want to be free from you
I can't think, I don't know what to do
All I can say
I wish it didn't have to end this way
but you hurt me so-
and now its time for me to go
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good write...great feeling.. But if you are really feeling this way, then you need to write, and talk it out..cause it will help belive me.