think of the beautiful lonely creature
who goes throught so much and never tells a soul
that shes hurting day and nite
i am this girl
i cry
and i cut
but not to kill
i do it 2 feel something that most emos never feel
we lost this feeling from so many hard times
problems in the past that become our future
i cut
we cut
to feel alive
You can't control the past, only the future...and someday someone will hear your cry...till then, keep writing...Coach
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I would like to translate this poem
wow thats fantastic i cut to and thsats how i feel