Turn Up The Music,
To Drown You Out,
I Cry As I Pull Out The Razor,
To Fuel My Addiction,
That Gives Me Relief,
That One Sweet Moment Of Relief,
When I Move The Razor Across My Wrist,
And My Pale Skin Turns Bright Red,
But Now The Pain Is Back,
I Turn The Music Up More,
More,
More,
So You Can't Hear Me Scream...........
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I would like to translate this poem
i've been trying to write poems like this but they never turn out that good it is amazing i love it