My hands forever stained
Bloods dripping from my fingertips
Words scarred within my mind
Trembling from my lips
Out damn spot out
My hands will never again be clean
Stained leaving behind memories
That will be hard not to be seen
Water will not clear it
Nor will my tears so damp yet dry
This spot will never come out
No matter how much I cry
It’s left behind a memory
Id rather just forget
But am constantly reminded now
Of the guilt, pain and regret
It will never end
A scar that will haunt my dreams
Make everything empty
Unreal as to what is seems
Wipe the blood away
Leave it behind for someone else instead
So I can lie down with out the tears
And peacefully not have these thoughts running through my head
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
just change it happy like the weather of the rain to the warm sun