Yelling, screaming, bleeding
Crying out in shame.
What has he done to me?
Not by choice, just by heart.
My fall was all your fault
I feel alone, dying everyday
You face, it haunts me.
My face, the beauty, it's gone away.
I miss the things I didn't have,
Nothing can save me from the choice I made
Blood spewing everywhere, water running hot & steady,
Drowning me in my sorrows, lying half dead, waiting for help.
This life, this love, this never ending pain
They look at me, the scars up my wrists, on my face.
Gasps in horror, I'm the emo freak.
Stereotypical, judgemental, make it hard to live.
I'm a survivor, I can fight.
The scars with fade, the sun will shune,
Life goes on, I am me, I own my heart.
Not ashamed, not afraid, to fight for my life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good for you for not being ashamed of who you are and have the courage to keep on fighting. I just wish that I wasn't ashamed of myself and even through it doesn't seem that I have much courage I keep on living.