How are you gonna
hide the wounds?
How are you going
to cover
the blood that stains with
each drip drop?
How are you gonna
tell them? Show
them the scars that cover
your wrists? No?
Why not? They know some
things up.Why
not just tell them the
way it hurts?
Let them heal the scars
that you do
not see.They bleed but
not above
the skin, no, beneath
I'm sorry for
the pain and the hurt
that has been
caused.They will heal all
in good time
but until then hold
on to what
we all have left in
us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can really relate to this poem. Good work... keep it up and let me know when you have wriiten some more :)