I look at myself in the mirror
and I say 'don't do it' every time
but when the blade hits the skin
I feel that relief
I know it's weird
but those time sin my life
I actually feel like I am free
As the red liquid seeps out of the wound
I feel all my pain and stress release me
but with every cut
I feel like I am losing a piece of me
Is it really worth it?
Am I giving up on life?
I wanna stop
But I'm not sure how
I'm afraid if it goes on any longer
it might be to late
so I need to figure this out
And do something about it now
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem