One cut,
Two cuts,
Three cuts,
Four.
Soon I get to seven and die inside.
I walk a couple of steps into and then under the water,
Hoping for freedom that could be mine.
I am not stupid,
No not a cut on my wrist were you can see.
But hidden from people,
Hidden from sight.
Reddish water surrounds me as I take a breath under the water.
Hoping,
Dreaming,
Waiting,
Wishing,
For freedom to come and take me away.
ESTÁ A LER
Poems
PoesiaJust some poems and songs that I wrote. ---------------------- All poems and songs in this book are written by me.
