She cannot see, fore she is blind
She cannot feel, her death inside
She once knew beauty, but now knows hate
Hate of herself, hate of fate
She drowned herself in a pool of despair
To deep now, she's impossible to repair
Her soul is asleep, overthrown with pain
Pain and self-pity, it's what makes her insane
It hurts to watch, but she's gone and alone
To far in, I cant reach what's unknown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Though sad, lovely and nice poem