My arms covered in blood and pain so sharp
Is that what it has come down to
The feeling of abandonment
The feeling of discontent
others making a life for them self, While I sit in pity and shame
My body torn up like a rag doll
Just a little bit deep I say
Just a little bit stronger I pray
And it could all be over I exceed
By Kayla Sabatini
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem