Life is painted black and red
smiling strangers eyes are dead.
Broken bottles empty hands
skinny hopes left in strands
Tears burn scars on her heart
curses tears a soul apart.
Innocence is stolen in a nod
prayers stop going out to God.
Unloved children scream and cry
A 4 year old searches ways to die
Sirens choke the soggy night
parents scream, drink, hit and fight.
Life suffocates you and brings you to your knees…
Drag this painting back to hell please.
Dear, thnk abt it ths way: th girl wantd 2 experienc hw it feels 2 survive an accident, thts why sh was at th back. If sh wantd 2 die, sh could hv been drivng. Dear, ths is wat we cal +ve thnkn. But, u hav done a good word paintng.
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I would like to translate this poem
i think its amazing. i like how you made it a painting.