sticky red
blister brown
flowing smoothly
from a cut
deeper then coffie grounds
But the blood means something more
It means I loved you
when you hated me
It means I gave you all I have
When you gave me nuthing in return
It means I hurt my self
for nuthing
because you never gave a dang
I dont know why I loved you
I should of never got invovled
I have been so blind
I should of seen how cruel you could really be
so now I cuver up my scars
and stop the flowing hurt
for I will no longer love you
and will not let you
treat me like dirt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is sad yet hopefull...idk if this is something that you do but I struggled with it for 6 years...and poetry is a great release...send me a message if you ever need to talk to someone... :)