Once upon a time
The thought of
Bring a knife to
My skin
Scared
Me
I
Was disgusted at
The idea of harming
Myself
But now
It does not
Frighten me
I have
Cut
And it
Does not bother me
Once upon a time
The thought of
Suicide
Made my skin
Crawl
I couldn't
Even think
Of ending my own life
But now
The thought is so
Familiar
And when I
Have the thought
I feel
Nothing inside
And that
Scares me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the once upon a time does a lot in this poem. initially youve made it tenebrous and after comes the idea that the previous views were immatured and theres also a regret of that blissful ignorance that came with being younger. theres other nice touches too like seperating I from the main body of text and then adding more words to it the next time you use I (counting contractions as 2words) and then building it back down again. thats vedy interpretable. very poignant and honest. -M