years may fly bye
tears will dry
hart ach will heal
friend ships will die
souls will be torn
life, s will be taken
cutting all along your arm, s
with out even thinken
the years may fly bye
but my tears will never dry
my hart ach will never heal
and my friend ships are lost and gone
my soul is rip to shreads
im a bout to take my life
so here i am cutting to fill alive
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem