I see the world in my own array of colors
I paint my story every time I bleed
I leave a handprint where I used to be
i live my life
you watch me bleed
and no one hears me scream help me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
something about this that I like and I'm not srue what it is. not sure it even needs the first line...