I see it,
Why people leave,
They don't feel loved,
They might be loved?
No one shows it,
They don't care,
Until you're gone.
Don't you see it?
I see it,
That girl with scars,
That boy with scars,
It got to them,
No one cared,
And now they're gone.
I see it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To see it! Love and pain; very common on earh. Nice work.