Locked in her room shes drowning in her felings dosent know how to get out the pain,
Starring out the window tears droping like the falling rain,
Doesnt know why shes not loved asks herself whats wrong with me,
Shes so sick and tired of living so sad and lonley,
Billons of people in the world and not one to hug her tight,
She thinks its not them but something with hers not right,
Bright red anger volcano lava wrath,
Derstructive and hurt tears everything in her path,
She holds the knife in her hand she knows wants to die,
And when she starts cutting it brings relif even though she dosent know why,
The blood sliping off her wrists staining the carpet color baige,
Loseing conciousness and blood but enjoys the melting rage,
Shes gone and wont come back shes left and now shes free,
Into nothingness at last thats were I wanna be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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