her mind is racing
with the pictures un folding
here were the troubles shes facing
theres a knife shes holding
breathing out slowly
with the tears running down her face
her future now looks lonely
her heart is still quickening in pace
she thinks of the pain
and the tears they all caused
wanting to bleed again
when pulling the knife across her arm she never paused
now her heart slows down
to its normal pace
she looks all around
searching for a face
thoughts are gone from her head
that was the point from the start
the turmoil she felt is now dead
she is no longer falling apart
this was her way of escape
getting away from the hate
cuz her head is like a constant tape
the blood now seeping from the gate
but maybe one day she will go too far
when her troubles inclose apon her
and it leaves more than a scar
she can never really be sure
for today and only today
her self inflicted pain is okay
just one more time is fine
the pain thats happened is MINE
I love this, especially the lines 'cuz her head is like a constant tape, the blood is now seeping from the gate'.good work.keep writing: -) . Stacey x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great expressive and explosive piece of writing....loved the pace and flow of your words...which made this more of a joy to read...each line drips down the page...excellent poem keep expressing Jon