The marks color my side
both new and old
I’m sorry I know I lied
my heart just feels so cold
I keep myself from bleeding
as I said I would
but you know I’m needing
I wish you understood
the scars remind me of that feeling
the one that left me in a daze
it always sent me reeling
I don’t think its just a phase
the world is starting to get hazy
I think I’m going crazy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem