Here I am
Standing here
In a doorway
That seems to shove
Everyone else away
Here I am
Sitting here
On my bed
That could have puddles
But it just absorbs
Here I am
With a knife
My friend yet enemy
Here I am
Hurt so bad
All I do is cry
So lets end it
End it all
Here I am
Taking my friend yet enemy
And putting it to my vein
On my left wrist
Here I am
Slicing away
Blood comes poring out
The tears they STOP
Here I am
Hurt nobody to talk to
That totally understands me
So here I am
Scared….hurt……numb
And everything’s blurry
Oh my gosh what happened is it really working this time?
It isssss…good…now my family can feel the way I have for years and Ill haunt them and surley be their worst nightmare
Suicide Saved Me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem