I have this little pain addiction,
that helps me deal with life.
It gives me so much satisfaction,
just with a blade or knife.
This little addiction plays a big role,
when depression comes and sanity goes.
Sometimes I wish he'd take my soul,
and the intensity only grows.
My addiction begins to take control,
and there will never be hope.
While I continue this awful toll,
but it's the only way I won't choke.
Suicidal thoughts never leave my head,
because I can't live this life any longer.
As I watch the blood flow onto the bed,
the pain continues to get stronger.
I'm ready for my life to end here,
there's no need to say goodbye.
Now I have no constant fear,
my whole life was just a lie.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem