While you sit there watching the blood hit the floor for the last time I sit watching my life pass for the last time blood driping from my hands both of us look at eachother looking with an evil glare thinking I hate you wanting to see you dead wanting to see you suffer for all the pain you caused for me watching death creep closer and closer for both of us but i finaly noticed there was only one of us both of us was just me and a mirror all the pain I caused for myself will be gone soon one final moment to think fading away slashes everywhere thinking I am a bandit I stole my own life the one that could have changed
Suicide.......a thought with mirror in sight.....loved the read thank you....
so many slashes falling to the ground and even though i know this isn't me i wouldn't wish it on anybody every wound can be cleaned as long as you leave whats causing you pain
So much hate in this poem...nice...you are definately my favorite genre type of poet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yea, I agree, very mind-stirring.