I was always thought of as happy,
I guess that’s why they didn’t think I’d do it,
But I knew my mom was lying,
I knew her arguments weren’t legit.
I’m back at her house,
After a week with my dad.
Things here have changed, again,
But I didn’t think it could ever get this bad.
Now let me explain something,
It’ll just take a moment.
I wear colorful clothes,
I’m a straight “A” student.
I love my dad,
More than he’ll ever know,
And I hate my mom,
Because she acted like a hoe.
So as you can imagine,
When I’m shipped over here,
And kept away from him,
It causes a pain that’s oh so severe.
Well, I’m back,
In this house of hell,
And the b*tch has nothing,
But new rules to tell.
I can’t call my dad.
I can’t even go upstairs.
She’s ruining my life,
My only protest, silent “unfair”s.
I go up to my room,
Once I’m finally allowed,
And I let out my tears,
Everything suppressed by my mental shroud.
The pain’s too much to bear.
An escaped sob gives me a shock.
I pick up my scissors and a stone,
I sharpen the blade upon the rock.
I find a roll of tape,
And place a piece across my mouth,
For I don’t wish to wake my sis.
Should a scream ever come out.
I take the makeshift blade,
And lay it across my wrist.
I know it could all be over,
With just one little twist.
I know I shouldn’t do it,
Thoughts of “don’t” rush through my head.
But the pain’s too much to bear.
It’d all be gone if I were dead.
I sit there, thinking.
Looking at my hand that holds the knife.
The subject in question,
Is the one to end my life.
I look up to the ceiling,
I know that if I do it, I can’t go back.
I slash down with the blade,
Overwhelming pain; my vision going black.
I wake in the early hours of the dawn,
And I find my wrist is throbbing,
But I realize I’m still alive,
And I once again start sobbing.
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I would like to translate this poem
That was really sad. That's what happens alot, unfortunately. What seems like will help makes you feel worse in the end. To fill yourself up with false amenities of release, I've fallen subject to it myself. Don't try to kill the pain, even though I know it can be too great to bear.