My pain of the past has spoken to me for the last time.
No more flashbacks no more pain.
Them of the past won't speak to me any more.
Of this I can now be so sure.
As the pain grew to be to much.
I knew suicide was my one and last bid to freedom.
I just hope those left behind can live with what I've done.
Becuase I couldn't live with the past.
I was dying inside so fast.
But now I am free.
And my pain has now spoken.
Spoken within the remains of my body
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Give the past a kick and look forwards, there's so much beauty. And I know what I'm talking about, I had a past... no, I don't want to remind. Love and warmth -Bittercream-