Tearing at my heart
Blood runs away
Dripping from a blade
I put into myself.
To what ends this self infliction?
To what ends this mind filled thought?
Fear of death drives me not away
So much as rejection holds in me sway.
So I drive this knife in deeper
Crying at the pain,
Wondering if even I was ever sane,
For I have become my own worst bane.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
interesting poem. i liked it and can relate.