She is done she is hurt
there is no one to alert
the damage she has already done
there goes all of her true fun
they don't even really care
none of them were ever there
now she's done and bleeding out
she won't survive without a doubt
thats good for her
it was all a blur
what she did
the feelings she hid
from the cold hearted
her soul soon departed
she called quit
with all her whit
Done with life
from skin to knife
to deep deep gashes
she'll burn to ashes
no goodbyes
no more cries
for help to them
for they will feel condemned
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's actually not too bad. I just wonder why so many teens today far too often write on this topic. I find it worrisome. But hopefully writing out the feelings will take the place of carrying out the deed!