I made up this story
Inside my head
Living it’s tragedy
And dark thoughts I’d tread
Being the damsel
In distress I’d plead
To be rescued from all
Misfortune I’d received
And as the story goes
I’d huddle from the cold
Tears streaming down my eyes
Was how this is all told
Finally this monster
Would only soon devoir
My ever bit of strength
And firm willpower
Left in ruins
That truly shattered me
Unrecognizable to myself
Scarred so mercilessly
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem