She sits alone with her tears at night no one hears her cries,
She sits alone in darkness without a fright,
As the smell of blood stings her nose,
But she knows that no one is there to even care,
She touches her wrist and it stings from cutting,
She gives one last sob before rasing the knife stained with her blood,
She thruts it into her side and gives a quite sigh,
If only someone had heard her cries
I like the message you are trying to give. Try putting this into Stanzas. I think it would give more emotion to it if you did that. Besides that, real nice job.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Again Julia you have a way with your words. You certainly know how to move emotion...it turned my moments while reading....