I cry as I write this poem
I cry as I lift the blade from my wrist
I wish I never did exist
The pain is endless
It rushes through my body
And my heart aches
It increases second by second
It's dark, really dark in here
But the darkness doesn't scare me
What scares me is the light
The shouts, the screams, the cries are all I hear
They wont stop, They wont let me sleep
They haunt me and taunt me
I close my eyes and cover my ears
But what good would that do?
Nothing! Nothing at all.
I can still hear it and it's getting worse
I scream as loud as I can wishing it would stop
A tear rolls down my cheek,
I fall on my bed
And cry my self to sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem