Show me how it ends,
Tell me how it bends,
Convince me how it works,
Don’t give me that old smirk,
I knew we were coming to this,
Let me be,
My pain is my bliss,
You will see,
You never knew my problems,
And you never will.
I never could get that help,
Even then you wouldn’t help me still,
You used to stand here with me,
But you left me there, there to bleed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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