The half of me that you took with you is not the good one
I am so sorry friend because I remember you telling me that you wanted My good half
But I made a mistake and gave you the bad half of me instead
Because the bad half of me is full of pain and is bleeding non stop
And I end up with my good half that is in perfect shape
You can try to clean it up with water and soap and put a bandaid so the wound can heal faster
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem