People cuts themselves because they feel their life is out of control
This is a form of a release from their inner soul
Cutting helps them gain it back
Restoring all the things they once lack.
Sometimes they don't know what else to do
I would know, because I was once a cutter too.
It's time I finally be honest with myself
I didn't care if it was bad for my health
It was the only thing I could control
Trying to avoid this heart that had a hole
All cutters have a story to tell
About all the things bringing them hell
Cutting is a way of expression
That can be confused as depression.
But I've learned my lesson
Because it's not just your heart that you're testing
Think of the ones you love who'll be affected by this
Now is not the time to be selfish
You have voice and people need to know,
So open yourself up and let your feelings show.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem