Two days in the dark
No food, no water
Just me mumbling in the corner
Just a lost soul
In the corner prepared to die
A knife in my hand
And blood on the floor
Now I am falling down straight to hell
With the scares on my arms
Now filled with blood
To feel safe I’ll cut my arm
A few more times
To only cry ‘cause
Of the pain I caused myself
Now I am falling down straight to hell
Now I grow weak because of the loss of blood
I’m dying though I wish
I was already dead
Now I’m dying
I’ve died
I’M DEAD
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem