I wish I didn't hide myself behind a wall so high,
closed off from the world
I told my friends goodbye-
I keep my distance from the rest
when it comes to hiding emotions
I am the best-
I may seem happy or very glad
but inside I am dying and very sad-
I close out everyone and everything
I hide the cuts but always feel the sting-
cuts carved into my arm
it really doesn't do much harm-
the pain never lasts
unlike the cuts of my life's past
the deep and tiny red little slits
cutting my soul into small little bits-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem