Show me your hands, before me stands
Show me before I see
All I see is a stain, hands that are in pain
And I realized that the person was me
I looked and I looked, and looked and looked
I turned around and broke into tears
My heart was cold, a killer I was told
A heart of gold not after all these years
I’ll spend my days deep in thought
I’ll dream of days that I had not
Nightmares haunt my every dream
Wishing that I wouldn’t have fought
Day after day day after day
Now I was truly insane
Locked up in this padded room
I couldn’t handle the terrorizing pain
Every day I sit in here
Every day I wish away
Knowing I will never leave
Know I’ll always be locked away
krystal
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem