The blood on the wall
Is what I see
I cut my wrist again and again
The pain is what I feel
Are you blind?
Can’t you see the real me
Even though I am hiding
Behind these tears
I am waiting for you
Help me please
They are taking me over
To late I am gone
Dawn carter
WOW O.o.... i´m passing that situation so... i get strongly shock, i like it again congratulation you know how to express yourself
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I would like to translate this poem
I do so like this...