On her arm, a word
Carved in skin
On her heart, a name
Etched in pain
In her mind, the memories
They will forever stay
Writing love on her arm
In such a deadly way
She needs to be strong
To face the daily pain
She's keeping face,
Never loses her steady pace
Pretending its fine
When she's cut up inside
*Dedicated to everyone who has suffered at their own hands, because of others*
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very touching, I think everyone knows someone who has been forced to resort to self-harm. This is a beautiful tribute.