I slip it in
Ignoring
The pain I close my eyes
I pull the blade out
I watch the warming blood
Spill down my arm
Cascading down
Like a dam with a leak
As I have been told before
I cut to deep
Emotional problems too much to cope
I know its too late
I can hear my blood
Hitting the floor
Leaving deep red stains
Something to remember me by
Maybe when I'm gone
People will care
People will take notice
And my life will mean something
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks Eben for sharing this piece with us. Excellant expression.