As thoughts of the night before entered his mind
The razor was all that could help him unwind.
The tear's of pain fell from his eye's
At his thoughts of suicide.
Why had she said the things she said?
Now he contemplates death as he lay in his bed.
Could he possibly welcome the razor so sharp?
As he sits here and cries alone in the dark.
He had loved this girl with all his heart
And could no longer live as they were torn apart.
Could he possibly welcome the razor so sharp?
As he sits here and cries alone in the dark.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Incredibly written! Touches something deep inside...