Sharply slicing through my skin,
Waiting for blood to begin.
Overpowered by my past,
How will this depression last?
No one to turn to for no one cares,
No longer is death one of my fears.
The beauty of death is easy to see,
Couldn’t see it before; happy was me.
Crying myself to sleep every night,
I wish my life would just take its flight.
Slowly my pain is turning me gray,
Why did these ordeals lead me to stray?
Devoured by darkness, with no light to see,
The path I have led isn’t the key.
Screaming out for some ones help,
But your ignorance brings my doubt.
Blinded my clever deception,
And yet you point out my imperfection.
All this terror brings so much strife,
Till death do we part, me and my knife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem