I'm hurt...
Why?
Did you plan this?
Why did you do it?
I put trust in you...
You broke the trust,
My heart and me...
All at the same time...
Why?
Didn't you know?
I really do feel something,
I do have feelings...
Why?
I now have scars on my arm,
'Cause it was my fault...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It was my fault to make myself. It will always be my fault cos I trusted you. Maybe ignorantly or maybe stupidly. The scar in my arm will forever remind me, Not of my tears, But of how strong I am that I fought you demon.