The sky is clear, the sun is bright
But look at me I am a sight
Bloody wrists and tears of black
I swear to myself ill never go back
Back to how it was before
Every time I shut my door
All the secrets all the lies
All the tears I would still cry
I throw my razorblade away
And as I stare I hear a voice say
“You did well, oh I’m so proud! ”
I smile and nod at the sound
Of my very own voice
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this one! It's really pretty in a morbid way.