Suicide

I slashed my wrist to feel reality,
Tasted the blood to give me strength,
Felt the life dripping from my soul,
I'm all alone, forlorn.

Darkness has cast death upon me,
My world has become one infernal scene,
I scream but no sound was heard,
I'm all alone, forlorn.

A personal execution,
I hang myself over and over again,
But I wake up in the same morning,
Nothing seems to come to an end.

I feel the hunger of a child,
The thirst of a desert vagabond,
The ache of a victim,
I'm still alone, forlorn.

Because I and all the ones like me are all denied,
Our existence has come to pass,
We are but memories kept in people's hearts,
But their ache keeps us somewhat alive,
All dead but still alive.