I fear the night as I fear losing.
Scars are left forever.
My scars are painted on canvas for everyone to see.
Though I live every day the scars are still there.
A time line of scars and memories.
Though I live everyday I’m numb all around.
I’m drowning.
I can’t take it anymore.
None of this seems to make sense.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem