The screaming pain
The burning rush
The voices shouting
The instant hush
The throbbing vein
The trickle red
The disorientation
As I fall into bed
I stare at the ceiling
Engulfed in fear
The fear of not knowing
How long I'll be here
I cut for attention
I cut to let go
I am dying inside
And I need you to know
I can no longer take this
There's no reason why
But this is my letter
For after I die
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Straight to the point poetry - very good.