I'm not committing suicide or thinking about it! I could never do that to me or my family!
When it came to you,
I always held on to every word you said.
I believed it all.
I believed you when you told me
you loved me,
you wanted to marry me,
and when you told me you would be with only me.
Then you moved but those promises were still good in my mind.
I thought they were good in your mind too
but I guess I was blind when it came to you.
Now I question if I really want to live anymore.
It would be so easy to take this razor blade to my arm,
to carve your name there and bleed to death.
You left me broken,
everybody sees it.
I don't smile,
I don't laugh,
I don't love.
Why did you have to leave?
It would be so much better if you were here,
maybe I would still be happy.
Maybe I wouldn't have the blade in my arm.
Maybe I wouldn't be starting on the letter C.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem