this is going to be the pain i shed for you...
im going to take this knife and run it down the veins of my arm...
just so i can hear u tell me u love me...
nothing is more hurting then me telling you i wanna die...
if i cut myself maybe it will take away all my pain and i will never have to deal with it ever again...
people think im crazy beacuse they know people out there love me but i tell them the only person i love is you and that is never going to change in my eyes...
yes i know i tell you tht i wanna cut myself but it is only for the best of us...
people talk like they want me to die...
so why can't i just sitt back and cry as i do when i cut.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i feel the exact same way