why couldnt i see 
he was just using me 
he broke my heart again 
why can i ever win 
everytime it ends bad 
i become even more sad 
the cuts on my wrists
agian dripping with blood 
it wont stop it keeps coming more and more 
im going numb... finally not sore 
i feel no more pain 
for once i dont feel insane 
no more painted smiles 
and fake laughs
im done with this messed up place 
im glad ill never get to see his face 
its his fault im like this 
his fault im here 
but i will still love him even after i die 
i just wish he would listen to my cry 
i dig the blade in one last time 
deeper...deeper... but i cant feel a thing 
everything goes black... 
i guess this is the end... 
my end                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    