Oh, how I long for the pain
Oh, how I long for the shame
Oh, how I missed it
Oh, how I hate it
What is wrong with me?
Why could I do this...
I miss the pain of the blade gliding through my skin
I miss the blood dripping down my chest...
The scars are all I need
The scars are all I am.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem