Chapter 3"
Only when you get hurt
You just heel wounds then start again
But how many wounds do I have to heal ?
How much pain should I supposed to feel?
How to live with these wounds ?
And How to deal with
They all judging me
They all said that I made my own mess
But they don't know what I 've been through
They don't who did i forget ? and who do I miss ?
I know they 're trying to fix
But there is nothing to fix
There are wounds won't heal!
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black area
Poetryit's such a poetry describe how I live in my own area . and how I deal with. poem always the best way to describe things you cannot say in reality . welcome to the "black area " there is no light here but darkness
