i used to be able to talk to you
but now i cant
i cant say wats going on with me
or how much you hurt me now i have to depend on something else
to make me feel better
so i put the blade to my wrist and
slice open my arm again and again
so remember how i used to be
or the next memory will be mu death! ! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem