She cuts her wrists so beautifully,
Right to the bone,
She does this each and every night,
When she's all alone.
No one understands her,
Not even her friends,
She has no one to talk to,
She wants it all to just end.
Her pain hides behind the smiles,
And the dark make up she wears
She feels life has no point,
And that no one cares,
She goes to sleep each night,
Praying, that tomorrow all the pain and sorrow will be gone,
Tears stream down her face,
She tries so hard to be strong
Then this one fatal night,
They find her hanging from a tree,
I think shes happy now,
because she has finally been set free from all her pain and misery.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem