Suicide is scarlet
It smells like hot running water
It tastes like his last goodbye kiss
It sounds like those silent blades sliding across her wrist
It feels like its finally over
It looks like the open lifeless eyes of a freind daughter girlfreind and life changer.
Suicide is locking you emotions up inside of you, until your gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I find suicide poems the hardest to comment on of all subjects never kowing what is poetic expression and what is truth...this is well written....been there...thanks for sharing...let this site be your outlet...welcome to P.H and best wishes...hang in there...Vallerie