I wish I could take it all back.
All the broken promises
All the lies
And definitely all the bad mistakes.
I wish I could take back every cut I made.
Every feeling I had
And every life I hurt.
But I can’t because the past is the past.
I can’t except that though.
So I hurt myself.
Cutting is the only way I heal my heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem