Why so people think that self harm is bad?
Why do people ask questions about my mum and dad?
Why is it that I hate my life?
When all I see is a girl holding a knife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a fairly common theme here on PoemHunter. Usually it is younger females who describe it as a coping mechanism or as a way of feeling some sense of control, but lament the misunderstandings of others for their actions. I think that writing about it is a good start to healing. Thanks for sharing, Naomi and keep writing. Peace