i hope every night,
i prey everything will be alright,
but they arnt,
i feel dead,
my arm bleeds for hope,
no light,
only the hope for your return,
i know how much she means to you,
but im your sister,
i need you here,
i know its selfish,
i know its heartless,
but i was left alone,
i try to reasist,
but i slip up the razors gliding against my skin,
the crimson liquid,
makes me hope there will be no tomorow for me,
but then i see your eyes,
i hear your crys,
you watch as i slowly drift into my own hell,
i whisper gently ' only time will tell my brother',
my life fades and the emptyness goes away,
this is where hoping got me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
All your poems are so sad, i wish i could talk to you.