We all know that there is that one girl, the one you all think is fine, but then when no one is around her emotions fall apart. When she falls, she falls hard and into the wrong person's arms.
That girl, she manages to cover up her pain with the fake smile and confidence.
That girl, she's the one who thinks that she's fine, but then her friends just seem to dissapear. While her friends are missing, she finds ways to reliease her pain.
That girl, she is the one that can help other but doesn't know how to help herself.
That girl, she acts as if she doesn't need help, but inside she's dying because she knows that she needs the help and doesn't know how to get it.
That girl, she's the one who acts like she wants to win, but inside she just want to die.
That girl, she tries not to think aobut death but she knows that subconciously she's planning it.
That girl, she wants the help but doens't know who or how to ask for it.
This girl, we all know, is me, myself, and I.
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I would like to translate this poem
Talk to your parents, school counselor, teen hotline, pastor. Talk to someone. Talk to me.