on my arms i have cuts
i feel i'm going nuts
this mask i wear is stuck on me
i want everyone to see
i don't know who i am any more
as i did before
i can't find any other way
so i cut almost everyday
so i got on my knees
and prayed God forgive me please
For cutting my skin
and that i won't do it ever again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice......i love the ending