I can feel the erge coming on.
I can feel myself grab the knife.
all i can feel now is the knife
going into my arm.
The pain goes to numbness.
The blood runs down my arm.
I am scared that someone will
found out that i cut myself.
There goes my life in more pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You show pain as you speak in verse about this urge.