A well hiden secret
A shame for me alone
A cry for understandment
A wish for some control
A pain I caused myself
And I decide to start or end
A pain not made by you
A pain much easier to mend
A punishment for who I'm not
This broken skin is made by me
Scars remind of all that's wrong
The scars that only I can see
My body hurts, my soul's hurt fades
Oh, is it freedome in that blade?
A wake up to reality
A cut to prove I'm not afraid
A desperat scream for your embrace
For you to tell me it's ok
A hope that someday I'll be strong
enough to throw that blade away...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem