That face that looked so hurt.
Her heart that is so broken.
Thoose arms scarred.
That head pounding.
Her heart stoped sounding.
Depession and sorrow, will always continue and follow.
This book almost over.
Yet I have to start another one.
So I finish this page up with a goodbye.
So I end this now.
11/11/09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem