Wounded
Beyond all the bitterness and anger,
there is pain
Behind all the vulgar words
is a growing curse
And the depth of sorrow suffocates
the heart
as emptiness plays its role.
Perhaps it's the broken heart that
kept the mouth cursing,
And the flowing blood is spilled
on others' shoulders
Without being noticed, the thorns
spread all over
and every one else is wounded.
there is pain
Behind all the vulgar words
is a growing curse
And the depth of sorrow suffocates
the heart
as emptiness plays its role.
Perhaps it's the broken heart that
kept the mouth cursing,
And the flowing blood is spilled
on others' shoulders
Without being noticed, the thorns
spread all over
and every one else is wounded.
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