I should have stopped it,
but the fire was already lit.
How could I not see...
See what you were doing to me.
I still feel your touch on my skin.
I still see the position I was in.
I still feel the excruciating pain.
I still hear the soft rain.
I still feel my bite on your bed.
I still have my vision lined in red.
I still hear my screams held inside,
and still a big part of me died.
I remember it all.
The start of my fall.
Help would never come.
How could I be so dumb?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem