I was just in the bathroom
Cutting up my arm
And all I can think of
Is doing myself more harm
The wounds on my wrist are stinging
Enjoying the physical pain
Feeling quite euphoric
In this state once again
I’m considering cutting again
When no one is around
Because unlike crying
No one can here a sound
But for the moment
I will sit here quietly
Because I am ok for now
Or at least that’s what you see
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem