she just says she's fine
she acts like she's okay
you believe her
she seems happy
she turns eighteen
she lives alone
she's by herself
now's the time
she buys the blade
she picks the time
she still goes to work on her chosen day
but then she comes home
tells everyone she's going on vacation
she goes to the bathroom
fills up the tub
it's scorching hot
she makes an X
on each wrist
and lays in the water
to commit her
subtle suicide
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem