When you look at me do you see that I'm in pain?
I try not to be vain.
As I stand there looking at my reflection these words come to my head 'I hate
myself! '
Everyday I fake a smile, a laugh just so everyone thinks I'm ok but deep down
in my abandoned soul I'm dead!
I'm a lost rose in the winter not discovered yet, needs to find a purpose to live.
As I put the razor to my wrist, may i say my final goodbye, I don't need to lie, I'll
admit I'm broken and there's no way of getting fixed, I'm lost and confused, life just isn't for me, Goodbye!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem