'Cutting' they call it,
slicing delicate skin.
Exposing the blood
and pain from within.
Alleviating struggle
and torment inside.
The blade rips me open
and the pain subsides.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
keep writing Barbie, sometimes it helps.........cutting, crying, bite ones arm, still the pain in the heart and soul will not be gone........hugs, marci.