Silent words that speak of death. Filled with pain. My thoughts have been taken over by him. Cant take much more. I'll soon give in once again. With tears of blood. Feeling so numb empty inside. Death sounds so nice a peaceful rest. He's taken over his demands I dont want to do. I want him gone. Feeling the razor blade touch my skin slicing letting blood out in his world. A perfect high for so little time. Addicted, scared to say no. Cant leave. He wont stop. He wont leave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem