i slice a line into my skin
watch the blood
as it comes from within
i slice deep to hit the vein
i pray for my end to come
never again to feel this pain
i am my own sacrifice
sticks and stones
will break my bones
and your words
they have always hurt me
blade and knife
will end this life
and your words
they will desert me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes the words will hurt, more than the sticks and stones, it all depends if we take what is being said to heart. A decent poem, well done, lee x