As the day draws to a close I reflect on the scars of the day and those of the past.
Both those that were accident and those that were self-inflicted, the difference is those that were accidents someone was there to pick me up and patch my wounds. The ones self-inflicted are still bleeding
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice enlightenment :) Keep thinking this way and you will survive