You take joy in my pain.
You laugh at my sorrow.
It is always the same.
I dread every tomorrow.
How could you do this?
How could you dare?
I have to hide the bruises.
I have to live with the stares.
You spit on my dreams.
You crush my hopes.
My wrists continue to bleed.
The blade finally sends me home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That was amazing, and so true. Its like reading your poem is reading parts of my life, which sounds crazy i know but! Its an amazing poem.. Keep writing