Why? People ask
Why would u do that to yourself?
Seeing the cuts on me
Why I do it?
Seeing the blood on my wrist
Seeing it run down my arm.
Feeling the release of stress out of me
Then regretting it later
Why did I do that? I asked myself.
After a few weeks I wanna do it again?
My wrist full of old cuts
Seeing it faded
I want them gone but I also want to do it again,
Again, and again.
The feeling to do it
The feeling seeing the blade
The feeling seeing the blood run down my arm
The satisfaction after seeing the blood saying
I deserve it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem