I am the metal cutting you wrist,
I do your bidding.
Even if I don’t understand your mind and its twist;
You cut while the world thinks you’re kidding.
Even if I could save you,
Would you want me to?
Your blood clots like morning dew.
Why don’t you see the world doesn’t have to be so dark?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem