The cuts I inflict.
The cuts I make.
Dosent hurt.
I'm alive.
I'm free for a while.
Till the blood dont stop.
As I watch the blood flow.
Its like im crying.
I have blood tears.
I cant never cry.
Have to run and hide.
Have to cut aand slash.
Its my only way.
What else can I do.
I'm broken inside.
Each cut makes me feel.
Human and alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
amy, cutting may seem like the answer like that its the only way to feel... like its the only to have a lil peace in ur life lke its ur way of handling things buts its not the way find a way to keep busy like writing more and more it does help