As I try to hide from my daily pain,
this heartache just won't go away.
My soul is slowly starting to decay,
I just want it all to go away.
The pain I feel within my heart,
is slowly beginning to tear me apart.
My feelings start becoming cold,
the crushing feelings of the unknown,
takes me to a place I can't call home.
The reflection in the mirror is a stranger to me,
as my inner soul begins to bleed,
the horrid feeling of tyranny.
I start to close my eyes,
a major part of me wants to die,
as I slice my wrist and it barely starts to bleed,
I start to wonder 'why me? '
A flood of tears begin to fill my eyes,
as I begin to wish I could turn back time.
I can't let them in,
I can't let them see,
The real pain beneth my skin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well this has come straight from the heart, your very good at being specific to the point of brutaly honest. 'as I slice my wrist and it barely starts to bleed' That's a well chosen statement and I know how it holds a sentiment of feeling so hopeless in the battle to try and find a conclusion.