The tears of blood stream down my face
They make no sound and leave no trace
To bear the pain behind these eyes
They show nothing but stupid lies
I draw the blade to my wrist
Where you see nothing but the slits
You can scream, cry, and shout
But that won't keep the pain out
As I watch the blood hit the floor
I see his face and nothing more
The blood drips,
My heart rips,
My last words,
Will never be heard,
...I love you...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well surely reflects a dejected heart... a sad tale told. just hope no one's ever that hurt so as to end up hurting oneself..