The knife went thru my skin again
leaving more and MORE scars
I stopped doing that
Now its the lighter in the cars
Burning flesh is all i smell
so bad i can taste it
they take me to the hospital
where i have a fit!
the doctors ask a question
a question i quickly answer
'YES I TRIED TO KILL MYSELF,
AND ITS ALL BECAUSE OF HER! ! ! ! ! '
my mother points to herself,
and i just nodd my head
FINALLY! i got what i WANTED
cos i've just been pronounced DEAD
Graphically gripping work, here...the ultimate end-all....lots of verve & vivid imagework employed here, young lady....Stellar work. ~ F.j.R. ~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice job, its very well written, and i can sense the anger and emotion, its quite compelling