NAPATSORN TREESAP

You thought you’re right, but it turned out
You were the one who’s slumped down on the street
People passed by trampled on your body
The blood that bled turned to eternal pain

You called for help but they just laughed, mimicked what you felt,
Shouting, “Go to hell.
Why won’t you hang yourself?
Stop being a damsel in distress”

Lied on bed, you almost died but there you still
Memorising well where your scars were made
Teardrops fell down
like the pouring rain

Time might heal your wounded body
but it’s your soul that break permanently
Remembering well where you used to be
And keep fighting till it stops bleeding

© 2021 Napatsorn Treesap