cutting
the blood dripping from my arms, thighs, stomach.
the one i made myself bleed.
it stings in the shower
it hurts when i move
in general it sucks.
its just a stupid coping mechanism
the one useless but most addictive one.
the one that leaves scars after done.
the one where i always think if i have gone too far.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem