Oh young girl, why do you cry?
Did you tell another lie?
Or has your daddy died?
Just tell me, why the need for suicide?
I know you cry at night
But inside you know you need to fight
You know this isnt right
Your life dosent need to be trite
I know you cut yourself
Everybody needs to relieve oneself
And I know your alone
And no one hears you moan
But try and get through the days
I know this life is a maze
But you will find a way out
Dont you ever doubt
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem