In the darkest lonely place
Shivering and cold
A young girl hides in silence
To young to have ever told
The memories of that time
Never seem to leave
She wished her family
Could have seen
And got the help she needs
She cannot see her beauty
She can only see her pain
She lives within her memories
And her darkest time remains
She cannot see her potential
Only what is wrong
As she sits there on the floor
Wishing she was gone
She cry’s hot tears from her eyes
And the fear from deep within
The tears pour off her face
And splash off her sad chin
Know she sits there on the floor
Wishing that she had told
She could have gotten help
Instead of being cold
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem