As she turned her back and walked away
She left me in tears.
I was stunned non-responsive
What was I to do;
How was i suppose to live through this.
It hit me like a blow to the… heart.
I don't have to live through this….
I ran to my room and rumeged through my desk
And found what I consider relief “my knife”
I could feel my blood pulsing as the blade caressed my skin
The intoxication of this pain going away was over bearing
With a clean swipe my skin was breached…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem