I tried to hide, yet you found me their everytime,
I tried to run, yet I was always three steps behind,
Innocence upon touch has been taken away,
Thought of as nothing, I'm slowly fading away,
I sit in this dark corner, mourning such unimportance,
But If Crimson shall not cry, who will?
My heart is stabbed by every memory,
Tears drip upon desecrated wrists,
Opening ever single scar I've seemed to miss,
Why can't I just die?
Perhaps I've tried to many times
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem