looking at the cold stone blade
slash my heart in all the hate
to the world
to my life
how much more can i take
a red strip runs down my arm
my friend rushes in alarm
my friend holds me for dear life
and he yells out 'its all a lie'
he lays me down and i lay in curves
and i say its what i deserve
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem