she places the blade next to her
she begins to cut
she begins to feel a rush.
she see the blood dripping from her arm...
it feels so good
she feels a form of relief
her eyes begin to close.....
and her mind goes blank
its the only pain she can control
she slowly falls on the ground
there is nothing but silence
not a sound........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If I could, I'd give you an award for this one (lol) This is well done., ~MM~