Blood flows out
From open wounds
I left myself behind
Dripping to the concrete
At my feet.
I had all I ever wanted once,
But I left from her for now,
Hoping to return.
And now I stand here bleeding
With nowhere left to turn.
Should I have left?
Would I do things all the same?
Yes I would,
Even if I could
Change my past today.
For if I had not left yesterday,
I’d wonder what I would be today.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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