seeking for a knife.
planning to take this living soul away.
nice, sharp, shiny knife,
appears on the counter.
gets a hold of it...
grabs it.
wrist up.
knife close.
light cut.
blood pours,
spills,
satisfaction...
ahhh.....................
first dropp of blood hits the floor.
splat-
and again.
continuously...
letting everything go...
i feel so much better.
dont tell me no.
dont tell me dont.
you dont know what i been through.
just let me bleed.
stains my clothes,
as i walk the halls
and suddenly fall.
its the end...
letting go..
This poem is the one that really touches my soul. I have a poem very similar to this called Bright Red Scream, please check it out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your words...are so strong and sharp and beautiful. i felt tears welling up inside of myself as i read them. i truly adore this piece of writing. please, keep pouring your heart out in poetry. it is a dark yet wonderful thing