ididn't realize myself
until couple of months ago
that a bottle of mamories
pouring out like wine
crimson and bittersweet
ignoring the throbbing pain
bloody cuts and bruises
i have to admit i like
all these things
cause its cool to me
mostly because for once in my life
i've been down this path before
my pitiful life turned
unbearable, unthinkable
no one expects it to be good
not even me......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem