As I press the blade against my wrist
The cool medal on my skin
As I drag it slowly across
I feel like I am finally the boss
I can control all my feelings
Control all my pain
Make it last forever
Or die away with the rain
As I close my eyes and try to forget the bleeding
In my mind I realize this is a way of healing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem