In the dark from you I hide,
You're driving me toward suicide.
Constantly you threaten to take my life,
But I'll do it first, I'm holding the knife.
It won't be your action, but it will be your fault,
I want this to hurt you, like a cut filled with salt.
And the guilt from my death, it will shadow you,
Until you break down, and kill yourself too.
See you're no better than me, you just think you are,
Watch your mouth now, before you take this too far.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very dark and angry poem here... suicide is never the anwer... Alyssa