I held the knife close
Ready to die...
I did not fear
All I did was cry...
Painful memories
Filled my head...
Reminding me once again
Without you I'm dead...
I remembered
All the agony you caused...
I raised the knife up
But then I paused...
Because in my mind
There was no doubt...
Suicide
Is the coward's way out...
So I put the knife down
And I walked away...
And I tried to forget
All that happened that day...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's awesome and I can relate to it as well