Falling onto the bathroom floor
With tears filling my eyes
I’ve turned the music up
So no one hears my cries
I open up the cupboard door
And take out a single blade
So many past experiences
In my head are not replayed
There’s now a puddle on the floor
My eyes have cried so much today
But now it’s time my arm does too
It is the only way
I press the cold blade against my wrist
I push down as hard as I can
I smile thinking to myself
My death has just began
The pain is sharp and stings
I let out a little cry
I start to lose consciousness and fall
Onto a pool of red I die
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is very nice and reflection of the clear heart, keep writing....and be happy. friend....gaurav