drip, drip blood hits the bathroom floor
as knife so deep cuts into my flesh
the pain and sorrow flow out in the form of blood
i lay in the bath fully clothed
praying that nobody comes home
i want to be dead when my mother walks in the door
maybe then the pain she caused me
she will realise wats shes done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem