WHAT’S WRONG?

WHAT’s WRONG?

I wish I could tell you
I wish I could show you my scars
I wish you would know
Where I got the scars from

You daily ask, ” what’s wrong? ”
I wish those words means care
I prefer not to make you see any red
Even when I’m bleeding badly

Birth had already join me to you
So I can’t just leave anyhow
But I’m badly wounded
Because I know you

I wish you had a coach
Who would teach you on
The power of words
Maybe then you would know
Where my scars came from

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