Once more,
My heart gets stabbed,
This time,
Will be much more suffering,
And I can’t do anything about it,
For the reason that,
Someone else is there,
And I am here,
Trying to breath,
Through a stabbed lung,
I suffer,
Trying once more,
To forget,
To wash all the blood,
And wash every memory,
I am standing here,
In a blood pool,
Until I breathe my last breath,
I will suffer… |