Silence
Only tears
As l press the blade
Against my pale skin
Red
The blood flows
From the wounds
Echoing my inner pain
Satisfaction
As l feel the knife
Slicing into me
I only deserve pain
Anguish
As l realize what l've done
l feel accomplishment
As I glaze at the marks upon my skin
Stares
People are horrified
Don't understand why
Neither do I
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem