With every word you say
the blades cut away.
The akes and pains
whither him away
He trys to stand
but ends up falling again
She helps him up
he gets high and mighty
Then they tear him down
making him harm his body
The scares he trys to hide
soon he'll whither and die
Day by day
he trys to be strong
But he always seems
to be completly wrong
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, i feel this way exactly. I really like your poems