Can you see it?
The pain is there.
Can you feel it?
Its filled with anger and fear.
Can you taste it?
The tears running down the face.
Can you hear it?
The blood dripping from the wrists.
Can you touch it?
The once cold razor full of warm crimson blood.
Can you guess who isn't around?
The little girl who has no dad.
The little girl who is lost.
The little girl who died.
The little girl is me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem