a wound, a problem. ~pleiades513.

“What’s the problem?” they always ask to me,
neither I explain nor could make them see.
More anger burst out more that I scream.
I wish I had punctured artery, so at least it can be seen,
a wound, a problem, the things I couldn’t speak for me.

                ~pleiades513. 

a wound, a problem. ~pleiades513.

“What’s the problem?” they always ask to me,
neither I explain nor could make them see.
More anger burst out more that I scream.
I wish I had punctured artery, so at least it can be seen,
a wound, a problem, the things I couldn’t speak for me.

                ~pleiades513.