One minute I stand there
I look you in the eye
And next I bleed.
I bleed out my sorrow, my pain.
Dark crimson staining the white.
I watch each drop
drip.... drip...
I stand and look you in the eye still.
I'm not afraid
I'll bleed but I'll still be here
Watching You watch me
you'll still be here
Until I bleed dry
Into Unconciousness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem