Tell me a story of everything that went right
of all the good things
that were meant to happen
I bet you won’t be able to
my life is all messed up
but I am unable to say why
So what if they called me a suicidal killer
the more blood they think I’ve lost
the weaker you think I will become
you think I’m losing my battle against the edge
while it’s not dragging me closer
It is lied about that I used to injure my self
to see if I am still alive
inflicting the pain because I needed to
you never thought to check if it’s true
before you spread your lies
Not that you would understand anyway
people like you don’t care
you want to help my enemies to bring me down
so you can take what I own
As I stand by the edge of death
I know that you are behind me
you don’t even seem sad
as you plunge the knife into my back
Now I see the truth
but am sworn to silence
the conspiracy of life unmasked
secrets I can never share
once again hidden by a black veil
as my broken body falls over the edge
devoid of all life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i'm almost positive i've read this before, but i see no comment........ by anyone. could you have deleted comments? yes, that you COULD do, and you are welcome to. it is YOUR poem. and a rather dark one as well. have you been so ill-treated as this poem implies? no need to answer. letting out emotions, or should i say displaying emotions in a poem can be helpful i guess. if indeed you have been harmed by rumors, i hope writing about it has helped you. a black veil seems to shroud this poem. smile! look at the sunlight! have a special snack (but don't forget the exercise to follow!) . time to relinquish this computer to its owner, my boss at home. i was running out of things to say anyways. thanks, Profanisaurus, for sharing. bri :)