I take these bullets out my heart
and put them to use
instead of retaliation
I'll fight these lies inside
and leave them the naked truth
My life lies deperate in despair
dying for truth
Left open wounded without any care
giving them the oppurtunity
to see me raw an uncouth
But will anybody try to search and find
or are they all to scared to see
a reflection of themselves
a vague image a distant past
a worn course of what their lives use to be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem