cut inside
nowhere to hide
away from the lies
of their prying eyes
they pick and they poke
like it's some kind of joke
until you pull the rope
and hang from the trees
or fall to your knees
and they stare while you bleed
nobody cares
hell no they don't care
they never were there
to take their share
of the hurt and the pain
they just ran away
to hide from the shame
and leave you to play
and lose the game
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem