There are marks on your arm
And they hurts so bad
What did they do
To make you so sad
It sizzles and stings
Your head buzzes and rings
You love the pain
You’re as free as the rain
You watch as it burns deep into your skin
Close your eyes as you lightly grin
That internal misery left you behind
Why has this life been so unkind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i wish the world is like a very ideal garden