Suicide I cry with bloody tears
For about 14 years
Waiting for the day I die
So people wont see me cry
Waking up to an abusive mom
That’s why you see all these scars on my arms
Where is the help? Why all the pain?
Please help me before I cut my veins
Suicide is running through my mind
Like the chills running down my spin
So I say goodnights to all the pain
And hope to God after I die it wont all be the same
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Do you like sylvia platt.. why your poems so dark so much with pessimism so much anger against the life.. like to hear more from you.. on a more optimist tone.. on life..sometime