a beautiful struggle
imperfections,
through and through
a tear falls past her lips
a knife twirling
on her finger tips
contemplating
thoughts cloud her
troubled mind
delicatly and swiftly
she cuts herself
one at a time
if only things were easier
if only they didnt happen
if only she didnt exist
life for her
wouldnt be so complicated
and twisted
cause then there wouldnt be anything at all
nothing but the steady
rise and fall
she wished this was so
all the time
and even now
its all she can think about
with sleepless night, no dreams
with nothing but....this
because theres nothing
good to look forward too
nothing to do
while the tears,
they always come
she cuts herself again
deeper and deeper
this is all she can do
with out going insane
but soon enough
her hand will fall
all to quickly
and then it will be all over
she'll be gone
a memory soon forgotten
a four leaf clover,
something u long to hold and grasp
yet u cant seem to find
that'll be her
in the summers breeze
her soul, finally finding peace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem