why do I do this?
why do I constantly cause myself pain?
I take the razor across my skin
blood runs down my arm
I smile at my life force
wishing I had the guts
to end it all
just be still and silent
for the rest of my days
so I can die the way I lived...in pain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Stay strong. The world has yet to know your true strength