Crying those lonely tears
Drying those empty eyes
No feeling left inside
Hiding the scars across my wrists
Trying to believe something’ll come my way
Darkness welling up inside this heart
Cold and shiny
Deadly quick, blood spills to the ground
The time I want is a memory, never found
Creeping inside the feeling it’s the end
Dying,
The blood spilling mixing with tears
Bloods thicker then water
But when I die it all come out as one
Bitter mixing with the sweet
I can’t remember sweet
Look in to the mirror this is my last sight
Trying to remember the happy times
Figures in my dream, cry
I try to smile
This is my death, this when I’m happiest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem