When I cut me..
Ahh..it feels so good..
The blade against my skin..
The knife as it goes it..
Deeper and deeper...
In it goes..
The cut is there..on my arm..
It felt so good..
But now the blood is wiped away...
The cut is healing over..
Only the scars exist now..
Another cut on my arm..
Another scar..on my heart..
Deeper and deeper..the blade goes in..
Deeper and deeper..in it goes..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem