He left me bare and empty,
Lost in my own pain.
I don't know what I'm doing,
I just may be insane.
Empty tears stream down my face,
I clutch the knife in hand.
Thinking only of my pain,
I can barely stand.
I try to hold my feelings in,
I try to be strong.
I cry out int the dark night,
'What did I do wrong! ?
Why has he gone and left me,
To die here all alone?
What happened to our happiness?
I thought our love had grown.'
I listen to the silence,
Pray for a reply.
In vain, I listen quietly,
I feel that I must try.
Burning tears pour down my cheeks,
I choke on my own breath,
My grip tightens on the knife,
I have my mind set.
I slash the blade across my wrists,
The blood begins to flow.
Searing pain burns in my flesh,
As I watch the world go...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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