The throbbing pain,
The numbing knif,
The rush to my vains,
The sencence to a long and painful life
The sickness in my head
The pain i feel inside
The blood stain on my bed
I just want to die
The little sanity that is left
The few words I didn't get to say
I can't wait for the last breath
Know here I lay
Alone and cold
Scarde of what is next
I see my life begining to fold
But death is all thats left
I thought it would be alright
But I guess not
I'm let in a fright
I hope that soon I rot
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the pain of having lost.... expressed perfectly....