You cut me
and I bleed
I scream
From the sting.
You cut me twice
I scream again.
You tell me to be quiet from beginning to end.
Your love is cold.
But its what I need.
Its helps me get through
My misery.
My cuts are healed.
But they turned to scars.
They stand out
Like the brightest star.
You look at me
With such disgust.
Thinking
How can I treat you like this lust.
I lay alone
And I cry
Wishing you were here
Right by my side.
You cut me again.
And I bleed out
My heart is completely ripped out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem