Sipping vodka,
I pour myself another drink...
I know I seem to be recycling
the same old poem...
Children of the dark,
there is no need to be afraid...
The pain you feel is all to real.
The wound seems to peel...
To the one who first find my letter,
I apologize for the state my body must be in...
Blood drips slowly from the slit on my wrist,
I can feel the throb of my pulse bobbing...
Hatred is useless,
Sadness is endless...
I am crumbling inside,
But I don't show it out...
If only she had
feathers of fearlessness...
Like a broken umbrella,
she became useless for this life...
I can't move forward because of the man who raped...
Between this world and the next,
Where tomorrow beckons for lost souls...