Bright red wings in a swirl
Flittering around a cold skinned girl
The color blue painted on her lips
The red scars slashed on her wrists
Silver blades on the floor
Pink lungs breath air no more
Red heart standing still
Holes that love could never fill
Ceramic tiles staining red
The little girl laying dead
Tears will flow from others eyes
As they say their goodbyes
A crimson butterfly flutters near
Whenever a suicide will appear
The silent bringer of pain
Everything to lose and nothing to gain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem