Everyone will know!
How can I hide this?
They'll want to know why
What drove me to this?
How could I do it?
Destroy all my dreams
I can't be perfect
The flawless prom queen
Life lost in each cut,
Straight lines, just one more
And yet I don’t feel
As hair hits the floor
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem