Life isn't going to well
Crying myself to sleep
Cutting deep to feel what is real
Faking smile to show my pain
Blinded by scars blood and beauty
Laughing as the blood runs down the blade
Looking in the mirror nothing appears
Cut me deep once more
Let the blood run down and laugh together
For that is my final breath
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem