Living a life of hate and anger
Hate being treated as a stranger
Looking up at the dark sky
I sit here and just cry
I loved him with all my heart
All he did was rip me apart
I can't take this anymore
You've left me completely sore
I can't believe I lost the love of my life
There wasn't any strife
Life completely went too hell
Left alone to rot in the cell
Just let the blade go
across my wrist, while watching the blood flow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Blood will just flow down..but what hurt most is the scars. That's a nice way girl, the way you threw down your emotions..or hate. Keep it up. You'll always need pain to move ahead.