I walk through each day feeling torn.
I cant go back,
I cant go forward.
Im stuck in this pain.
I try to escape,
But the strings keep me attatched.
Scissors cant cut through the viens and arteries of pain.
You get attatched to pain,
There is no turning back.
Unless you end it all.
Your heart stops, pain dies!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem