when i try not to cry, i stutter, weep and sigh.
but even the slightest tear sets off the best.
running down my arm...i love doing the harm!
but when will i stop? ! when my arteries pop! ! !
Does this person find joy in cutting? or is there a sadness. I like the way the tone can be implied either way in this piece.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A really good write. I'd like to invite you to come and read some of my own poems.