I saw a reflection in the glass
A dead girl crying, her I pass
I thought she looked familiar
Perhaps even similar
Only when I touched my cheek
Did I realize I was bleak
Behind another closed locked door
Lying on the bathroom floor
I shuddered when I realized I was a puddle
All tears and colorful clothes in a muddle
I allowed my fears to choke me
Hoping it would end me
Death was about as merciful
As I have been considered beautiful
Oh how I hate that man
Who is never willing to change his plan
Is it so bad to take someone for eternity?
Even if they have not reached purity?
My life a pile of rubble
As always just another trouble
I am just too tired, to keep up this façade any longer
They should have made me, just a little stronger
I might give up this fight, the end in sight
but first poorly sleep, so good night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice poem and expressively written. Keep it up.