i see the blood running down my arm
some people call this self harm
but i do this because its what i prefere
even though people will get hurt
its my way of getting out, my way of doing it
but yet i still want to comit
and constantly hurt myself
and destroy my health
this could go on forever
im haning on by the last teather
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem