I hear them talking down stairs
Then the emotions come flodding in
and the tears come flowing down.
I cant deal with the emotions
and the next thing I know theres red scratch marks down my arm.
The pain is good,
I can consintrait on that instead of my pain and upset.
Maybe this is whats destid to be...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem