I hope you know I'm sorry for the disharmony I've caused.
Opening this heart of me is harder than I thought.
These arteries bear marks of things I've bottled up and lost.
Psychologically disarming me. Exposing all my flaws.
My sanity's not gone. It's just locked inside a vault.
The key to my relief lies behind these walls.
These fallacies cut deep. So I'm carving out the scars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem