she's breathless
as the sharp blade
creates such neat lines
as blood drips down her arm
making red pools on the floor
she smiles and closes her eyes
as her life slowly drains away
it feels so good to get away
away from the pain, the hardship
she's so glad its finally over
her spirit floats away
leaving her battered body behind
once again breathless
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
her spirit wont just fly away so easy. maybe if she just knew this, then she would no way start it.