Don't try and save me
I just want you to see
Alone in this fight
Struggle as I might
Locked inside
Must always hide
Keep away the pain
My loss and your gain
It's not a game
My secret shame
Bleeding skin
I did it again
Razor in hand
I take my stand
Relief you will bring
With a little sting
Crimson red you will flow
As I watch the puddle grow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love these poems. Even though they are not my style, the emotion jumps off the page (or the screen i guess) . Keep plugging along. I'd love to read more.