he's at the end
doesn't know where to turn
betrayed by everyone
loved by no one
fighting everyday to keep going
too tough to fall
too strong to break
that's what they all thought
they don't see the scars
never ask if he's okay
he just silently falls farther
until that one night where it all became too much
he said his goodbyes
hoped they'd forgive him
he wrote the note
said its not there fault
he's just tired of living
he takes the knife and cuts
he's in so much pain
but he keeps cutting
so much blood he can't see
he's tired and dizzy
but he doesn't stop
the blood soaks through the paper
they all thought he was so strong
but the next day when there hear what he did
they realize the truth
all this time he hid the scars
didn't show the pain
he wanted to be free
no more pain
no more fighting
well he got his wish
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey Jessie, intense write. Let me know if you need to talk to a friend, or if this is just metaphorical. I'm here! : -) -Kelly.