There are times I feel like I'm drowning
Soaking from my tears that is flowing in my cheeks
Being broken hearted is worse than having a cut in my wrist
Hurting myself will help me to lessen the pain
And give a consolation to my aching body
But I know that I'm already dying
Before the tetanus runs in my veins
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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