Every time this happens
She asks herself 'why me? '
Its terrible to see
Such a beautiful girl used.
Her heart's suffered so much pain
And been so abused.
What is there for her to gain?
Now she sees
Her heart out on her sleeve
She gathers it up
As she starts to leave
The knife she's loved
For so long
Will now be the end
Of her sorrowful song.
She wont say good-bye
As she painfully cries
Drawing her last breath
Scartlet surrounds her
And she dies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem