As i sit in silence and surronded by hate.
I could never hope to find you its always to late.
I fill the slick blade on my wrist and theres no other way.
i slice in and my pulse begans to fade.
everything is going away
eyes go black, heart is cold, blood runs black and i go.
dont worry it will be alright
with death in i slite my wirst i watch the blood rundown
my wirst nobody can help me i dieing slowly with no pain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem