ON dry land I drowned, the only
Smile I have is a frown and I cut
Myself in vein
The deepest cut is the one you can't see
The scabs are not the reality,
the pain you Feel in this world is of
things that weren't Meant to be
I feel sad and forgotten, discarded and rotten
And I cant stand the sight of me. My sorrow
Was to deep and I wont be here on the morrow
Soon you will see
Why must you share your pain with me
Why must I turn myself inside out, for
You just to pretend to be me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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