This blood I see
I know it's mine
I know it is my fault
So I have no right to whine
I've put this pain upon myself
To forget about all the rest
So as long as there is pain
I will continue to slit my wrists
Note: I don't slit my wrists but I know plenty of people who do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We must not live a life in fear or fearing 'pain', we must find a way to accept it as a part of us and live with it, because there will always be something to cause us pain.