People never leave her alone
and one day she will be gone
all the slits on her wrist
balling up her bloody fists
No one seems to understand
The blood that covers her hands
She Sits there and crys
all those stupid lies
have left her broken and scarred
her life so terribly hard
and so very full of pain
day after day it remains the same
all she wants to do is hide
and she only thinks of suicide
so far, you're poems are getting better.... from what i've read.... you are preety good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful....and almost true