Look into my big, blue, empty eyes
And tell me what you see
A lot of silent pain
And a bunch of misery
Look at me
Don't tell me you can't see
All the scars on my wrists
The tears falling down my cheek
Here I am
Staring at the knife
In my hand
Do I even dare?
Too late now
I'm already dragging
The blade across my skin
What sweet release
Don't try to stop me
It's too late
Can't you tell?
This is my fate!
Not much longer now
Soon I'll be gone
Free from emotion
And free from me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Ouch. Hard hitting poem. Slams me in the face. I have to ask myself what can I do for my kids to protect them from themselves. I pray this is not about/happening to you.