All alone at home she sits
He broke her heart into bits
She has the knife at her wrist
As her tears come out in a sloppy mist
She makes her decision
As she cuts her incision
The blood flows but she doesn’t care
The pain she feels is too much to bear
She isn’t new to this
She’s used to feeling deaths sick kiss
But this time is not the same
This time no one came
This time it will work
Why was he such a jerk
Now her body grows cold
Because she doesn’t have his hand to hold
Time is running out
As her blood begins to spout
She’s almost gone now
This is her last bow
It didn’t have to be this way
But he just couldn’t stay
Her life is drawing to a close
She waits and silently stares at her toes
She is no longer afraid
Just look at the mess he has made
Hours later he comes home alone
But what he finds chills him to the bone
She knew about his other lover
The evidence he did not cover
Now he is sick
Because she knew about the other chick
He reads her last letter
His eyes still getting wetter
The paper falls to the floor
As his tears start to pour
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem