Here I am again.
Sleeve rolled up.
Knife out.
Ready to bleed.
-
Ignoring the sting.
As blade cuts skin.
Watching the blood.
Pour from the wound.
Tears fall quickly.
But I make no sound.
Holding in the scream.
As I pretend no more.
Fake smiles gone.
The truth conquers all.
I finally admit.
That im not over you.
As I stopped bleeding.
I look at my arm.
Seeing the past.
Written in scars.
A one lined story.
With no happy end.
Just a way to keep living.
When all laughes are dead.
-
Here I am again.
Sleeve rolled down.
Blood stain.
Hiding everything.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem