I didn't do it.
I didn't shove that knife through your chest
purposely aiming for a vital cavity.
I didn't hurt you.
It was just a small scratch.
Brush it off,
like you always said I should do.
I didn't murder anyone.
I did what was right
in my mind.
I didn't kill you.
You threw yourself at me
and it was mere self defense.
You should know all about it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem