She sits in the corner cryin,
'N cuttin her pretty arm.
Thinkin about the world,
'N why its so wrong.
Reality is too much for her,
'N all she has is the pain.
She lives in a broken home.
Shes all alone,
'N shes goin insane.
Cuz shes crazy,
'N broken hearted.
Shes lonely,
'N the pain is driftin in.
She stares at the stars all night,
Hopin someone might here her,
Cries for some help, Some kind of savoir.
She hoped it wouldnt come down to this,
But she lives, in a world, with no happyness.
She sits there blinking her tears away,
Knowing that, One day they'll all pay.
For all the hate and agony,
All the pain and trechory.
She smokes untill, she is numb.
But once its gone, back all her feelings will come.
All the hate and agony.
All the pain and trechory.
WOW! ! ! ! very very nice. the last 8 lines did it 4 me. even though it was a great piece top to bottom i loved the way you ended. very nice work. i cant wait to read more
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I would like to translate this poem
Pains in our life sometime play great role in our life to open new sweet door dear friend! well penned indeed! 10+