A story and
testimony
of life
Some from childhood
accidents
Some from adolescence
self inflicted
broken hearted
self hate
while testing if I was
still alive
Some can be seen
Some only I know
you left there
Some of drunk
blackout
unknown
origin
Id like to think
this new one
came from fighting
the living dead
the bar bouncer
trolls, thugs and thieves
rather then
myself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are the most honest of poets, remember that all scars are, to an extent, self inflicted. Even those that are invisible. Greetings to you.