Slice! Slice!
This is the sound of a knife cutting skin.
I can see blood running down my wrist,
Dripping to the floor, making a red puddle.
The sharpness is amazing, a single cut is made so quickly.
My pain, sadness and loneliness goes away,
With each strike i make.
This is, This is the sharpness,
Sharpness of a knife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem