This poem may sound slightly distrubing but it sounds right at the same time. 2/4/2011
Should I take that knife from the draw
To spill red all over the floor
I don't know what to do anymore
I am scared and alone
Like a little girl once more
You were always there protecting me
Standing up against them
With you strong stares and harmful words
They wouldn't dare
To fulfil
Their fantasy of their reality
But the they made you disappear
I am left alone
With no one standing between
Them and Me
I feel violated once more...
Red on my clothes, red on my bed
Wherever I go
I see this color
Will this pain ever end?
Will this endless torture disappear?
Will this humiliation go away?
I wish I was dead
I wish you took me with you
The day you died
You should have let me come along
Instead of going alone
Now its time to make the choice
Before they come back
I have no regrets
Anywhere else is better than here
Cut, Cut, Cut
Slit, Slit, Slit
Drip, Drip, Drop
Its only a little cut
Then it will all be over
and I could finally be at peace
Together hand in hand
With you
Smiling
Forever
