The sadness
Drips into me
Like tears falling from my eyes
Or rain falling from the clouds.
It splatters and mixes with the spilt blood
On the bathroom floor
because I CUT myself
to help with the pain
of your passing.
BUT it doesn't help
It only brings me more pain
More sadness
More depression
And closer and closer to death.
Maybe when I am with death
I will...
Be........
Happy.................
dear davidia, thanks for reading my humble poem. i love this poem and think poetic buds are growing on you. you just need to read more poems of all the established poets, see how they do it - they are the sunshine and from there, you would see your buds bloom into flowers bright and colourful. thanks john.
Suicidal is a coward act He was afraid to face the world And the truth
trust the cuttin only gets worse, i would know, i lost alot of people in my life that are really important but try and be strong, i know u've heard that alot but its true. you will get through it
i think i understand your pain but i dont think the way out is death you'll just hurt loved ones around you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
WOW..I love this poem it has great emotinals but plz dont her ur herself ur bf is watching over u from heaven! !