Alarm's going off loud as it can be,
But it can't be heard,
Because it's over with me.
My life, my heart, my state of mind,
All broken, all died.
I lay in the bed, unable to move,
Watching from above, waiting for you,
To come up and see and me, dead and gone,
Just like you told me to be.
I think you need to see
Your dream come true.
Now, I can't bother you.
No more needing, no more wanting...
Oh my god, you are finally coming!
Don't try to wake me, it won't work.
Don't push on my shoulder, you jerk!
Stop calling my name. Pull back the covers.
Look at my dead body, and how the blood covers
My wrists and my chest.
Do you see the knife now?
Yeah, I see you wrinkle your brow.
See what you've done? See what I had to do?
Just to get the heck away from you! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Carrie, a very dramatic and intense write! Difficult subject matter, but well written... keep writing! Brian