You wont let me cut myself
So theres nothing I can do
Theres so much going on in my life
But you wouldnt know
You'll never know because
You dont ask if I'm ok
You never sit an talk to me
And ask me whats wrong, if I'm ok
You automaticaly have a go at me
When you dont even know the reason
Why I did it
So let me bleed....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a good poem but just remember cutting isnt always the best way to deal with things... Been there done that it left me worst than when I started... Just keep that in mind... Jax