sitting in a room
a blade across my wrists
waiting for my doom
which death has brought with a cold kiss
looking in the mirrior i do not see me
for i see what i used to be
a happy peaceful girl such sweet memories
has now washed away with my blood
there goes my dreams
waiting for that cold kiss to take me away
when did things start to go astray?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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