Suicidal thoughts fill my mind,
Is this life or am I blind,
The pain and hurt that I feel,
Nothing at all but death can heal,
So I take the knife,
And make the final sacrifice,
Cuts so deep as the blood flows,
A release of pain as the light glows,
The pain fades as I shut my eyes,
As I forget the hurt and the cries,
The sudden rush to my head,
Thank god, I am dead!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very dark poem, well written.10/10. I am just wondering if you are still alive to write another poem. I am curious about the idea that death will heal you.