Hurt myself again today, and no one sees the pain
It burrows on the inside, and rarely shows its face
Fabric hides the past I have,
Hidden tragedies, The aftermath
Will I be okay again?
Not positively sure
A Scarlet Scream, is released
Emotional pain, has been relieved
They are reminders
They are my poison
Theyre my temptations,
My torturous creations
Not a day goes by, I dont think of a life
When I had the strength, to resist the knife
Temptation runs me ragged
Longing to end the pain
I feel insane
I feel unsafe
An obscure light that seemed so far away
When the end was attempted, on that every day
Success was almost achieved
But pain was not relieved
The reasons for my attempt, are seen no less than plain
Memories of black and white, are racing through by brain
The Scarlet Scream from my tired, injured heart
Sick and tired of pain
Wishing I hadn’t thrown my life,
Down into the drain
Will anybody hear me?
Hear my Scarlet Scream?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem