When there's no one left,
and everyone is gone
Slowly slowly drifting away,
no one notices as I walks astray
If just they knew the pain I have been through.
Raindrops on my skin
My hair blowing in the wind
Standing there alone I hungers,
for the sweet sound of thunder
And are My eyes deceiving,
as a cloud awakens,
with every streak of lightning.
When everyone wants to control me,
and I feel my body empty,
of energy
When I 've gone from bad to worse,
and wonder if death hurts
When the blood in not enough,
and the pain is just too much.
What can I do?
Where can I go?
How do I know?
This knife I holds piercing my skin,
drawing blood from within,
is my only key, to set myself free.
A vivarant smile turns a shade of gray
And my soul, fades away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can feel your loneliness as I read this it is very moving, and my heart goes out to you. There is a place to go I found it