My only hope of survival.
My only hope to live and fight on.
I only have one way to stay another day.
To cut and burn each day.
To built my walls higher.
So my barriers will protect me from evil.
My only hope of survival is to selfharm.
Sad as it is but true it is.
The only way that I can survive.
And mabey One day I will win the fight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is real sad.... These are some good ways to flush out the tragedies of life from our system... I have tried that and have been successfull since. I had also taken out the last dropp of strife out from my system.... which is depicted in the words that you deprive......