Once again
a tearstained pillow
Once again
a cry for help that no one hears
Once again
the old familiar sting of a razor
draging across delicate skin
Once again
blood dripping like a crimson rain
This time, I am dead
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Depression is a silent killer. A nice poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.