by the railway lines she sits
with no-one but herself
slowly and deeply across her arms
with a sharpner blade she cuts
no-one around to see her pain
she suffers all alone
as the train approches she stands up
walking on the tracks
the driver acting quickly
slams upon his brakes
the train coming to a halt
stopping before her face
she didnt move
but stared at it
for she wanted to die
the driver now in distress
when asked the reason why
only one answer did she give
'i dont want to live no more
i really want to die'
writing about the despariate and the lonely is avery brave attempt. but a poet usually raises the ideas of life and love.brave and daring.u express urself clearly with a flow of words.
writing about the despariate and the lonely is avery brave attempt. but a poet usually raises the ideas of life and love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i can very well relate... very deep in both ways keep it up!