It's our anniversery today,
A year since we broke up
I want to get you something nice
But I just don't know what
I can't give you the scars on my arms
Neither can I give you my life
Depression, hate, sorrow
And the feeling that I want to die
So here is something I can afford,
That I know that you would love
Every razor I've ever used
And a cup full of the blood
Self harm, good poem about it, its hard for people who dont understand to get them to understand, well written.
when you are talking about a cup of blood do you mean your blood? ? ? ? ? =T i like the poem but can you email me and explain it to me! ! ! ^___^
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you, I really appreciate the comments