You all have heard of a new trend,
A trend for when you fail to grin,
They say the only thing you need,
Is not as sharp as the deed,
The deed is the reason you feel so bad,
The deed is the reason you feel so sad,
Any knife at all should suffice,
Raise your wrist and slit the skin,
Blood will surely spill again,
Along with all the emotional and physical pain,
Your mind will freeze and be filled with ease,
The pain will stop but your heart may not,
leaving the addiction frayed at the end,
Don't cut to deep or it will be the true end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this one's just like my poem 'drip, drip.' and i think another one, 'suicide.'