there i am my world fallin apart
my dad just left my mum im
standin with a piece of glass
in one hand thinkin it would
take my mind of everything
just one little cut could
stop the pain and start
a new sort of pain but i told
my friends i wouldnt do it
anymore its my way of stoppin
the pain before it gets to bad
its all to late to stop this pain my
whole world doesnt seem the same
now everything seems so dark
its a place ill never come bak from ='(
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cutting is not the answer