The pain is burning my soul
Like the the sky covered up by black
And then the rain is going to flows
Like my tears is never gone
Between two hands
I look up
I talk to god
That end this life instead I cut again
All the scars are never heal
And my heart is still broken
Don't have anybody
spend whole day with a paper and pencil
In the cold dark room sitting in the corner
By this story I found you
Who maybe listening to my prisoner voice
This is truly my story
This is truly my feelings
But I used to call this
poem