Tears of blood start dripping,
when i cut with that rusty old knife.
I don't feel the pain
so i cut in deeper.
No one cares
and i can't stop.
I wrap my arm so that i don't go on
but i do it anyway's.
This pain is killing me
and i'm flooding with blood.
I'm feeling cold and my eyes are closing,
as i'm drifting away with life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem