I can feel the erge coming on. 
I can feel myself grab the knife.
all i can feel now is the knife 
going into my arm.
The pain goes to numbness.
The blood runs down my arm.
I am scared that someone will
found out that i cut myself. 
There goes my life in more pain.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
You show pain as you speak in verse about this urge.