You know, this pain you feel is a blessing because with that pain you create beautiful art... We're cursed for a reason, and that reason is to create beauty. Without pain there would be no art, and the world would be dull and colorless... so in a certain light, the blood that drips from our wrists is the paint that brightens the bleak walls of this world. It's such a special gift to hurt like we do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem