i am sitting here with a razor in my hand,
so many cuts cover my arms and legs.
so much pain i've gone through,
all because of you.
i have one more chance to end the miserable snare that i am caught in,
i am gripping the razor blade so tight that it is cutting my fingers.
one more cut to go,
slowly i make the last cut.
and slowly i fade away.
when you come home you will find me.
a message carved on my arm.
this message says ' I loved you'
the last letter was the death cut,
that finally put me out of my misery.
' I loved you! ! ! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i enjoyed it. must have really loved them.