My scars are healed,
which makes me smile.
Things arent ok,
and they won't be for a while.
But my scars are healing,
my wounds are sealed,
who'd have thought,
your words could kill?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I knew words can kill.. Just like you dont need a gun to kill someone((one of my poems)) very good! <33 ...mill...