Fighting my heart.
Beating it out of my heart.
Killing myself slowly.
Pain filling my head.
Welts on my wrist.
Blood drops escape.
Draining my life.
Just to get out.
Of the misery.
Its all a mystery.
My life is a game.
Played so much.
Its time to be done.
Time is up.
Lets go.
Goodbye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem