deep, down in my bleeding cuts,
there black and blue with lines around them,
all i see is blood pouring fro my skin,
i stare at them not knowing what i have done,
i am confused and asks who did this to me,
but then i think,
and i listen to my soul,
and come to find out i have done this to myself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Katie, an amazingly honest poem, dealing with a modern day reflection of our society. I love the ending. Realisation is the first step. Writing it down is the second. Happy recovery. 10 from me. Tai