This thing I do can kill me
But you don't seem to care
All these scars on my arms
Are from all the pain you've caused me over the years
This happens when I'm upset
Which is like everyday
All these scars on my arms make me realize how much i love the pain
They sting and burn all the time
Sometimes I wish I could just die
Once the needle rips through my skin
All i feel is the sadness within
As I'm writing this right now
Theres only one person on my mind
The person I'll miss the most when i die
Its almost my time to say goodbye
Its almost my time for me to die
But before I say goodbye
Theres just one last thing on my mind
When I die stay away from him because he's still mine
My time has come to say goodbye
My time has come for me to die
Everything on this sheet is true
So all I have to say is screw you
P.S.
He's still mine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem