Will you write love on your arms is the question?
To help all these people with there depression
This obsession with cutting yourself
To deal with the pain cuz you think you got no one else but your razor
Well I'm here to say your not as alone as you think
Were writing love on are arms for people on the brink
Of taking there own life because of all the strife
Tell you what I used to find myself reaching for my knife
But then one day I took a look around and discovered
That my these people around me I've taken for granted
They talked me out of my depression taught me joy
And that is my most valued lesson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem