She is with depression
Yet she smiles.
Hiding her pain
On everybody's plan.
She lives alone
She cares herself
No one is in this world for her
It hurts like hell.
She cries
She lies
She denies
She needs love but doesn't deserve it.
Just thinking this it's her last day today
Leaving this world on her birthday
Not realising today is her day
Her death was written anyways.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem