The pain,
The yelling,
The screaming,
Will it ever end?
Silence,
now filling the room.
My breathing slows,
fads,
almost completely.
Now,
crying for help.
'Do you hear me?
Anyone...please...'
Unknowing that the words I so desperately scream,
for others to hear,
are words that only I can hear.
Now,
the silence will be all you know of me...
It has all come to an end!
True.. you paint suicide as silence.... an inevitable silence. Beautiful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful poem. i love the way to expresed the silence of suicide and how ones last cries only that person hears. ten from me