'Love in vain? '
she whispers to herself.
Laughs.
A pun
at a time
like this.
Smiles.
Winces
...at the pain.
Cuts
...her wrists.
Cuts.
Her.
Wrists.
......
The pain in this cuts deeply, so deeply, that she was able to smile 'at a time like this.' Awesome writing, depth to the soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Seems that she had a sharp wit as well...