With the razor in the left hand
And blood spilling down the right
she tried to keep the blade away
But she gave up the fight
Her scars stand out and it means that she'll care
whether you're here or whether you're there
the life she's had you can't blame her ways
she's kept the blade away for days and days
the blade returned with a blink of an eye
and as blood drips down her wrist her life flashes by
all the things she could have done and things she could of said
all the places and all the people before she'd end up dead
life is too soon for her to go
so I guess she'll have to stay
her cuts werent even deep enough
to take her pain away
the scars on her wrists will remind her of her past
and the blood on the floor won't even last
but no matter how many times she'll try and try
she'll do it again and finally die
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem