I sit in my room and cut myself to take the pain away
I wipe up the blood and throw it away
Then i smile because i know it will never go away
I sit there with a smug look on my face watching the blood drip away
I put the metal to my arm and cut up and down
I feel the pain but i don't mind
Sometimes it makes me feel like i can fly
If you want to see i will show you one at a time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem