Must I bleed forever,
To hold myself together?
There must be another way!
If you understand, then just say!
A single slice with my blade,
a crimson river is whats made.
Yet I feel no harm,
as it cuts across my arm!
Cherishing the moment of no pain,
watching the blood drip like the rain.
There is no disguise,
The end would be my prize!
The pain seeps back into me,
as the blood ceases to be.
Still wondering whats above the stars,
as my cuts heal to scars...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem