I won't go to that dark place,
Full of evil thoughts,
Waiting to be said,
Banging around inside,
Wanting to be cruel words.
I won't use a knife,
To cut away my emotional pain,
Replace it with physical,
The red coming out,
And spilling over.
I won't go to the drugs,
Where i will be high,
But high on what?
Smoking to be cool,
And cutting class.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting piece, i like the twists and turns to express your emotion...it's different, but I like it..................nice work