The blood is gushing out
I don't know what I have done
you say it isn't right
but I wish it wasn't wrong
the blade keeps touching my wrist
I don't know what I have become
I wish I could just stop
but it's too late
the light has already come
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good Imotional lines, really happens.... nice 10+