This morning I woke up alone.
It was strange.
You weren’t where I left you last night.
I tried to call you,
but you didn’t answer.
I tried to find you,
but you weren’t there.
That was when I took a knife
and started to cut my wrists,
followed by my thighs
and shoulders.
I bled a lot,
I yelled a lot,
I cried a lot,
but it wasn’t enough.
You couldn’t hear my screams.
So I cut my throat,
and said good-bye to the world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i totally understand how you feel in this poem: '(