I see the scars.
I don't feel the pain.
I see the blade.
I see the blood.
I see you.
You see me.
You look at me suspiciously.
You know what I'm doing.
You just won't admit I'm doing it.
You think I don't have pain.
I give you a wry smile.
I just tilt my head and let the blade cut skin.
I laugh at the blood flowing out of my body.
I see it drip to the ground at my feet.
You give me a confused look.
You go pale.
You think your dreaming.
You faint.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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