Would you think any less of me
If I cut myself tonight?
What would you think of me
If I cut myself and died.
I would go and die tonight
But I haven’t felt your touch.
Yes I would die tonight
But I haven’t done enough
So tonight when I get home
I will not cut myself
Instead I’ll take the pain
The worst pain I’ve ever felt
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
take the pain and pen it down so that when you die at a very old, your voice will live... forget his touch for it will do more harm than good.