She lost herself
in the bottle she drown
drown in gin lost all sense of direction
Who is this girl that I look upon in the mirror
where have I gone
take the blade, place it to my neck
feel the cold razor send chills down my spine
with a deep breath I slit
I bleed, a great pain
but no greater then the pain of regret
hoping the blood washes away everything
As my life ends slowly
I realize that this feeling is no different
I have always been dead
my soul has left me
is this inescapable?
when will I be relieved?
and with mind body and heart at rest
my soul lingers screaming to the heavens
asking for forgiveness for the light she has lost
if only your soul could die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem