I don't even know you
Yet you think you can touch me
And now the pain I feel is
unbearable.
Take a look at my wrists;
I carved your name into them,
But that pain isn't as bad
As what happened that night.
My scars may not be visable
To you or anyone else
But they are visable to me
Unlike your sanity.
I only know one thing about you;
You are a discusting pig.
So take a look at
My scars,
My wrists,
My heart,
My eyes,
And you will see the
Pain you put me through.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem