I once saw cutting as a way to get relief, now it’s just a thing of the past,
I can’t even remember how I started doing it, it all happened so fast.
I never thought I could be in that state, I always thought no not me,
But then it did and I couldn’t set myself free.
I tried to stop, but that just frustrated me and I gained yet another scar upon my arm,
It was something I never thought would happen, then it was an addiction to self harm.
Now with some help it’s become something I regret, something that will never again be,
In control of my life, my feelings or me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem