Nobody Knows Poem by Richard Stamper

This pain, this hurt, locked away in my head,
Nobody knows how inside I am dead.

Blood on my wrist, there is glass in my hand,
Nobody knows, they just don't understand.

They don't listen and they can't hear me cry,
Nobody knows, I just wish I could die.

Shaking fingers grasp this plea for release,
Nobody knows how this pain will not cease.

Sadness bleeding, Emptying to the floor,
Nobody knows that I always craved more.

Draining away, until my blank eyes close,
Dying slowly... Nobody knows.

(Original: 12 January 1988 / Last Update: 27 July 2005)