Free
She didn't understood what she just did
Freeing the pain trough her skin
Her scars were doors.
Before opened to leave out the pain that accumulated under her skin
she swore to the moon never to let out the pain
never to open those doors to the pain disguise as blood
Libre
Ella no sabia lo habia hecho,
liberar su dolor atraves de su piel,
sus cicatrices eran puertas
antes usadas para dejar sair el dolor que se acultaba debajo de su pie.
Juro a la luna nunca mas dejar salir el dolor,
nuncan mas abrir la puerta a ese dolor disfrasado de sangre.
A/N: This poem is about a girl i knew in school.
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