She remembers it all,
All the people who had said
They cared, but did they really?
She remembers all,
The sound of laughter and
How happy she'd been, but was she really?
She remembers all,
His arms around her and
He said 'I love you, ' but did he really?
She remembers all,
The pain she'd felt when he left,
How her heart ached, but was it really?
She remembers all,
The feeling of being so alone,
The feeling no one cared...
But now they'll remember her,
Staring at the knife in her hand
How easy to slit her wrists, but will she really?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem