Hiding the pain
Starting to think i'm not longer sane
I've lost my innocence
Now to realize this makes no sense.
These deadly fears
Create those many tears
The end is not yet near
So here i am taking on these years.
The blood dripping down my arm
Thinking it does no harm
He's the light of my life
So there's no point to my knife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem