To cut
Takes away my inner pain
To watch the blood flow
To me it is not blood
It is all the bad within
I have a loaf of bad feeling
Inside eating away at me
So when the razor
Slices a new cut
I know I can break
Free for a short while
Blood is red
It is precios to some
To me it is the bad
Flowing away
Do I have a desire to stop?
Yes, I do.
But for the moment I can't
Maybe one day I will
But as I feel
Everything is black
I have to
Get the bad out
Blood of me
Is red
But should be black
Some say I'm crazy
Maybe I am
In their opinion
In my opinion
I'm not
It don't make me
A bad person
It is just a temperary release
It's not a permanent release
Only the scars are for forever
But in time they fade...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow..this brings out a reflection of a LOT of things... nice...