She has many friends,
but feels so alone.
No one knows what its like at home.
The only way she deals, is with pills.
1 percocet...She's still upset.
Percocet number 2....she's hopeing its all threw.
Percocet number 3...now shes feeling free.
Percocet number 4... she hits the floor.
Percocet number 5....she's no longer alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
daeling with feelings is a deep subject matter....but anyway i like this writting it is impressive...your style is clear and to the point...thanks Sarah :)