I lay there
Seeing what I've done.
I see the blood,
Yet I feel numb.
The broken glass cuts deeper
I feel it slice my skin.
I cry.
I cry until I have no tears,
Only fear at what I've done.
The monster inside me thrives,
While the real me dies.
Blood flows,
Tears fall.
I say I hate you all.
Inside I know that's not true.
It's only the voice of the monster
Who has broken loose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem