I'm so confused at this moment without a clue
what to do;
I'm so confused at this moment because I thought
your love was true.
It turned out to be some phony or lie;
It turned out that you had the audacity to say good-bye.
Now how am I suppost to take a breath of air;
Now how can I because the air is becoming fair.
I can't breathe anymore without you in my life;
I can't breathe anymore so I pick up the knife.
The knife's in my hand & I dare myself;
The knife's out my hand & now it lies on my shelf.
She came back to me to make her last impression;
She came back to me so I try to fight the depression.
As I still sit here in the mist of death;
She helps me to decide, Do I wanna take that last
breath? ! ? !
JADE
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Jade, there are many fish in the sea, and so there are many people walking in the world, that actually care. Suicide, self-harm, and wallowing in self pity is not the answer to a break up, even if they do come back momentarily. There isn't a one of us that hasn't gone through this, but it isn't the end of the world either. When one person picks up and leaves, then we just have to sigh, shrug our shoulders, say 'oh well: , and start looking for another. But this time we are the wiser for the wear, and we now take finding someone with caution, and suspicion. We no longer trust anyone, but we want to be able to trust 'the one', that will come into our lives and care for us. I do hope that this poem is not prophetic, and that you are only releasing your pent up frustrations. Because like I said, suicide, and self-harm IS NOT the answer. Stay strong Jade, because it is in our strength that we can heal. Love & hugs, Barbara