Every cut, Every scare
a reminder
bad memorie
a bad day
some bad news i had to hear
relief
blood
i cut deepper
it helps
i stop,
watch the blood run down my arm
it drips
its on the floor
on the toilet
on the stall door
on my pants, shirt, everywhere
i breath
i feel better now
i clean up the blood
i hide the cuts
and go to class
with tears in my eyes,
running down my cheek
relief at last,
well for now that is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow i feel the need to do that all the time and i sometimes do school is really stressing