The sun is high,
There's no one else home,
It only takes one slit on the wrist,
And only time can tell.
Love, hate, fear, pain, family, friends, others.
It only takes one slit.. and time to tell.
Its one.. and i'm still living. Mom and dad wont be home.
Now only time can tell. Not going any where but
Sitting here letting the blood drip.. drip.. drip.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem