Unless you've been under the blade, ready to die
Unless you cut and saw your life flash before your eyes
Don't even try to tell me you understand what I felt last night
Unless you've put a gun to your head
And hoped that when you pulled the trigger you'd dropp dead
Don't even attempt to interpret the things I've said
Unless your breath has been cut off and you held it in
Don't try to tell me the things I do are deadly sins
And don't try to tell me theres something wrong with these scars decorating my skin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem