She hangs her head down
Dragging her feet across the ground
In class not a word is said
Through her shirt the blood has bleed
When time to go home arrives
She dumps out all her pins and knifes
She drags the blade against her skin
Then the next day begins
Only to do it all agian
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you really are good at poems they help me think for some reason