When I am all broken and theirs nothing left of me
Will u cry when I have died?
Or will you rejoice at my loss
Will u see that I have lied?
Will you be glad for no more blood?
No more washing not as much food
Not another bother to you and your lives
Will you see my being gone as good?
Will you not care that I will never return?
Will you say I was good as dead?
Or will it just be as I was just
A passing image made up by your head
A broken shattered life not worth living
Mine was way beyond repair
Leaning on people too much
It just wasn’t fair
At my long awaited funeral
Will you understand why I did die?
Will you be sad or not care at all
Will tears fall for me will you cry
Please just try to understand
That the pain was too much for me
I was drowning in myself
I was hurting bad you see
I did try I did cry I did call
For help but they seemed to disappear
I struggled I fought but I gave up
A call for help you did not hear
Theirs nothing you can do now
So move on to your own life
And be aware that others still
Want to die by the cut of a knife
Very dark, I like this one, some parts seemed that they would be perfect for a song...keep them coming.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so dark, and poeticly disturbing in a way that touches the soul. this knife is now my 'wife' as high as one could ever be...this is the way i feel....cutting for ever