Instead of blades
I'll use a pen
I'll not surrender
I'll try again
Instead of blood
I'll let ink flow
A withered plant 
Instead will grow
Instead of scars
Upon my arm 
I'll write it out 
Instead of harm
I see now that
There are two ways
To survive my 
Darkest days
Instead of dying 
I will live
Instead of taking 
I will give                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    