everything I see is so clear now
just broken glass, dust and crimson rain
it's so clear
it's not a window to heaven
I realize now that I was so stupid....
my trust I've put in this so called hope
but what has it done to me?
the guitar played the tune of my funeral
planted seeds of the end
I'm just feeding it with my regret
time is running
clocks are ticking
it's the end of me
I'm powerless...can't move
my body is numb
fading away
I can't climb to reach the edge
down are....blades calling
razors pulling me like a magnet
my hands are burning in pain
fingers are slowly letting go this world
blood is dripping to the floor
I wake up screaming
nobody is here
I don't want to go there again
I scream
I cry
tears are falling down my cheeks
nobody wipes them
they hit the floor
nobody will fight my fears
I scream
as I cry harder
more invisible wires pierce my skin
pull me again drag me to the floor
here where pain is my only language my body knows
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem