Can you see the pain inside me
When you look upon my face
Can you see that I am hurting
And I feel like a disgrace
Can you see the scars on my legs
And cuts across my arm
Can you see it’s because I’m hurting
That I’m doing myself harm
Can you hear me crying out
When you ask me how I feel
Do you know that when I say I’m ok
It isn’t actually real
Because although I am hiding it
I do wish someone would see
That I really am hurting
And I don’t want to be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like cutting my arm too sometimes...oops it was accident...very sensuous. Joshua...