I'm sitting here thinking of all the pain i've been through,
and thinking of everything i did and want to do,
as blood drips down my arm.
I've tried every way possible to express my feelings,
now, i just sit and stare at the ceiling,
as blood drips down my arm.
Controlling.Addicting.I just wish Icould make it better,
but then again, sometimes I want to do it forever,
as blood drips down my arm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a poem that gets to me. I feel like you all the time. Even some of my goth/emo friends are like you. You and I are alike in many ways. Keep writing, It kind of makes me feel better.