Scratch the skin till its bare,
Expose what you've been hiding,
Showcase the scars,
remeber when, pain was abundant,
Fake a smile, Pretend theres happiness,
remeber Your blade, Your dearest friend,
Cold steel uttering its last words upon your skin,
Kissing the Crimson of your final cut,
I left my knife behind,
Now I'm lost without a friend,
My knife resentful, our friendship to twisted to mend.
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I would like to translate this poem
You don't half put yoursef through some emotions in your writing good poem.