One cut,
Two cut,
Three cut,
Four
Tears are flowing, behind my locked door
Five cut,
Six cut,
Seven cut,
Eight
Blood and pain, for the life I hate.
**Sorry, the subject matter may be rather depressing..I wrote a couple of my poems after my boyfriend died..**
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is a great poem short of like mine only mine is a little diffrent and i wrot mine whin i was a cutter but im just now posting it