This dark room keeps closing, I'm getting sick of all this pain. If anyone knew me way back would you know my pain. If only you knew the real me would you have seen all the bruises on my body.The glass and knives that pierced my skin and see all the blood shed i had to take and endure.People would just look at me and my body but no one asked. Praying and wishing i could just die would not end my suffering.I remember the blood all over my face i was drowning in it. The more pain and suffering I took, the deeper the bruises more, more, more blood all over me.I was so disgusted I just wanted to die. Why won't this end, why is this happening to me. I wish that he would have pulled that trigger aimed at my head, he might as well take my heart out as well.You see me now the scars haven't gone away, the blood flows its with me forever.I feel like i have no soul, the only thing i hear while all this was going on is silence. It kills me everyday, i pray someone helps me so i don't have to keep silent anymore...............
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I would like to translate this poem
nice poem..10 from me