the silent denial
of the scars on my wrist
the made-up excuses
of the bruises from your fist
beaten and broken
left alone with myself
no one to stop the bleeding
to save me from this hell
the blood pours out of me
along with my pain
my body gets tired
and i fall asleep...never to awake again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem