The hits don't hurt me, 
I no longer feel the shoves, 
The cuts are and vibrant.
Fresh and splurging blood.
That's when it hurts, 
When its all over
When I look at my body, 
shaking, quaking.. no longer in control
My day, my recent overdose of pain
When I ask myself if I'm okay
I know I'm not 
I accept I'm disturbed, I feel it
I did it.                
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I would like to translate this poem