Jul 2017
He writes poems
Not by words but by wounds
Not on paper but on his wrists
Not by words but by wounds
Not on paper but on his wrists
And so i asked him, "don't you love poetry?"
Then he pulled up his sleeves and showed the scars on his wrists...
"These are my poems"
Then he pulled up his sleeves and showed the scars on his wrists...
"These are my poems"
