crimson wrists
vertical cuts
the pain is never
ever enough
how I love to feel
a blade on my skin
like a sharp kiss
against my skin
I feel no need
to try to stop
whats the point
it's all I got
it's so much fun
to sit and watch
all the blood
that drips and drops
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem