I no longer feel the pain
That I use to crave.
But in order to get
The same relief,
I must push harder
into my skin...
The blood comes from the gashes,
More than I would have thought...
I hope and pray that one of these times,
It will bleed too much, and I will just die.
Although I have found love
In many hearts of others,
I still connot find the one
That I need most!
The pain that comes from this,
this dividing love,
It is so unbearable!
I just want to Die!
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I would like to translate this poem
I do not for the life of me understand the twisted behavior of cutting one's self to feel pain. It is bizarre, is a learned behavior, is quite illogical, and sets a poor example for others to follow. Get some help!