Why does it hurt?
Why doesn't the pain go away?
Why do I go crazy?
Why does it feel better when I cut my flesh?
Why won't it go away?
Why do I grin when my blood flows?
Why God?
Why God, why can't you make it go away?
Why can't you make it stop?
When I cut myself I watch the blood flow endlessly and I know it's over...
Why?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem