my heart throbs,
my legs go numb,
my sight goes weary,
my voice goes silent.
my heart stops throbbing,
my legs get feeling,
my eyes can see,
my voice comes back.
i hear sighs and weeping,
i hear voices that say what has happened?
and i reply 'i've cut my self for how many times i
havent been there for you'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem