(actually true about thinking about it)
Cutting it hurts me,
It hurts my family,
It hurts my friends,
When I do it to myself,
I tell others not to,
But I think about it,
They say they care,
Then turn around and hurt me,
With words and phsically,
It hurts so I cut to feel my own pain,
Someone help me stop,
Please help me stop my pain,
Its too late I'm dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem