</>100 red blood drops
The pain, it never stops
The deeper that I cut my wrist
The harder that I tense my fist
It hurts so bad, yet I don't stop
Just a few more times, whats another drop
Blood is all around me
As policemen surround me
'She's still breathing', said a guy
'I don't get it. Why didn't I die'
'Because, you're a lucky girl'
That's when my head went in a whirl
People call me suicidal
For me it's just a life trial
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I was in your position once, I know how it feels. Good poem & if you ever want to talk about anything, You can talk to me. You have so much good that you can do in the world. You can help so many people, and you dont know what difference you can make yet... It would be sad to see another soul lost. Im glad you were still here to write this poem. :)