Sitting in my little dark corner
Rocking myself, trying to wake my dormant heart.
My eyes bloodshot, seeing the shadows surrounding me.
Shivering in fear, scared that my living days are over.
Chilling nightmares flashing across my eyes.
Ringing voices in my head, echoeing my mistake.
Sitting there, so sickened by what I did. (Why did you do it?)
Staring at my hands, so crimson by the blood.
Eyeing my worst nightmare. (Why did you do it?)
My tears drowning me in my own fears
Realizing that I just took a life.
Why did I do it?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem