Its my life and my dreams
there it goes
watching it slip through my hands
like dirty glass
Cutting deep
feel the pain
cant u tell its not the same
and the purest of blood seeps down my palm
because of fate
you’ve brought me here
wrap my hand in your cloth
stop the pain stop the blood
make me whole again
the future is clouded by the pain of the present
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem