Sitting in a room so dark and so lonely,
blood falling from her arm, it'll leave a severe mark.
cutting so slowly and meaningful makes her remember her past.
makes her feel she is the one that's last, last one to be loved.
Her dad stands there and screams through the door, not noticing
she is lying on the hard carpet floor, ridiculous? I would say it is.
Why does she do it? maybe she wants a kiss.
But you don't know, you'll never see.
She will never tell, or even give the hint, that she is
not as happy as she should really be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem