This is my confession,
on pen and paper
i'm going to write this down,
and let the truth pour out,
as I watch the blood pour from the newly cut upon my skin
I get a feeling of relief
suddenly everything seems alright again
and my chest isn't so tight
I know this feeling won't last long
soon I'll be craving it again
it's so hard to explain why
I keep doing this to myself
maybe it's a way to express my pain
or maybe i'm just hooked on the good feeling
now I know what it's like for a drug addict
wondering when he's going to get his next fix
if it wasn't for the muisc
I truly wouldn't be here
But I don't see a way out
Of This Dark Place
I've Found Myself in
i'm trying to stay strong
but after today i'm feeling down
I guess it's just been one of them days
i'm stronger then this
so why do I keep going through
the same old battle
the same old bullshit
when's the story ever gonna change
I wish someone would tell me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem