The pain has officially become too much
poison seeping from the wound
, , achingly, , into every part of her body
she longs for relief
for one moment of ease
searching for happiness
anywhere she can
she now finds herself
caught in a tangled mess
of immoral faults
, , momentarily, , she feels love
but not love; ;
unconsciously bringing more opportunities
for hurt
and then, , knowingly
hurts herself
because this time
these scars are hers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just like the other ones great. theres a sense of wanting something but not being able to obtain it.