The scars on my wrists are proof of my pain
Evidence enough that I’m going insane
I’m sorry I couldn’t handle your lie
But you can’t say that I didn’t try
I guess we can be together in hell
It’s your fault my life is a prison cell
Left me with myself, threw away the key
I gouged out my eyes so that I can’t see
I carved out my heart and hid it from you
Save me my sorrow, you know what to do
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem