All you see is happy
but beneath it all
is the pain of a girl
a girl who cant live anymore
this girl looks at knives like toys
talks about pain like hot gossip
thinks about pain more than boys
this girl is gonna go soon
she cant take the hurt
she has the knife in hand
she is isolated, away from everyone
now she can go ahead and say bye
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem