Her eyes are downcast as she cries,
and tears up the pages of his lies.
Why hadn't she listened to what her friends said?
Now all she wants is to end up dead.
Her hands are shaking from the cold,
only moments ago they had been his to hold.
She wants to go and make slits on her wrist,
she wants to forget he even exists.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This One is about my best friend. Her abusive boyfriend left her the day I wrote this.