I've been told,
'You need help! '
'What's wrong with you? '
'You're useless...'
And so on...
I can smile,
Through the pain,
To help others,
In need of a friend.
Maybe I do need help...
But proper help to stop,
The blood dripping
And the surrows I have...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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