I cut my wrist.
I feel the pain.
I feel the warmth.
I told you how I felt.
But you turned away.
And my only wish.
Is to turn back time.
And never tell you.
How I feel.
I knew love hurts.
But I didn't know.
Just how much.
Til now.
love and pain go hand and hand....isnt that weird that pain and love, two oppsites go hand and hand? i think so. very sad, but excellent job.
I know the feeling, love is the only emotion that usually ends up hurting those who feel it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i once was so i love with a guy that when he left me....i carved half his name in my arm. i know wat it feels like tell a guy how you feel and have him turn his back on you. i think you did a good job on this.