Berly starting, inflicting physical pain.
I dont feel anything yet...
Am i already in that much pain?
Going back to bed waiting for the bleeding to end.
Did I trust him to much, or was I wrong along?
Did beliving in the liar do me wrong?
Who do I belive, who do I trust more, who do I love?
As the bleeding is subsiding,
I fell into unconsciousness.
I smiled inside my mind,
Knowing I was going to be out of my life for awhile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem