The first cut
It wont kill me
The second one
Wont cause anymore pain then the first
The third one
My friends wont notice
No one will care
The fourth cut
Wont be the last
Five,
Six,
Seven.
They wont kill me
Wont make my head spin
They'll barley make me feel any better
But for a moment
I don't feel a thing
Eight,
Nine.
I'm not going to make a tenth
I cut but not too deeply
Just enough to feel the pain
The pain the blood will bring...
Its oh so addicting to me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I know how addicting it can be, just to see the blood. And I do understand that it can get rid of the pain of life, but not for long. I really like your description of this, but I hope things get better for you.