terça-feira, 28 de abril de 2015

Hurt

You never pay attention
to any of my wounds
Either the ones on my skin
or the ones in my heart
You bump into it
You sit on it
You step on it
And then when I scream
you say you're sorry
and that you didn't do it on purpose
But choosing not to be careful
with such a wounded person
is a lot worse.