Death is my friend. He gives me comfort and feel safe. Scars are my art they show everything. Im not stable you just cant see my screams for help. Im living dead so dont try to kill me. All these thoughts and voices never leave never stop. See the blood give relief calm my pain feel no more. It feels so good. Im going crazy they never stop they never leave making me go insane. Make them stop get them out make them stop make them stop I cant take it anymore take the pain away the numbness of my arms screaming at me to put more pieces of art. Help me breathe and not kill. Stop this frustration before I am covered in blood feeling relief feeling at peace because they are gone for awhile. Silence brings fear Silence brings peace. Death is my friend it understands me. It will give me everything I want. Drowning, Dying, at the end cant take no more. My feelings and thoughts will scare you. You'll runaway and lock me up somewhere. Im not stable, am insane, death is my friend, pain is my happiness, blood is my breathe, dont let me die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this reminds me of a Waiting for Godot moment, where the character lucky pours out all thoughts that come to his head.