She sits and cries,
While painful tears fill her eyes.
Silent screams and cries of pain,
Arms full of cuts and scars of shame.
Alone in this world a blade as a friend,
To stop her pain to make it all end.
She lies in her regret, spills of blood drops
This is her way to make it all end.
(03-12-04)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pain is something we have to live with and we have to end with. Then why not make pain our partner and a bad friend of us and go along with way.