I see them but never vice versa
invisible, do I exist?
I’m in a world that seems like my own
but on unfamiliar grounds.
This doesn't justify what
many may believe to be stupid
yet a slit in the flesh
informs me that this pain I feel
means that’s my existence is real
thank you razor
You keep me alive
though you take a little of me
you make my mind realize
it’s not a dream
but whether it's real or lies
who knows
Blood spatters on the yellow brick road
covered, these are my battle scars
heart torn, crimson deep, belly roars
it may just show my cold war
barely but I stand, torn
This life will it end before
faith is able to create a miracle
knowing miracles are not waited on
but made
this life, will it finally give in
or continue to fight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem