Eyeliner streaming down,
Her face worst then a clown,
Lonelier then an abandoned dog,
In the woods sitting on a log,
Wondering what's worst then hell,
Feels like she's in jail,
Clothes torn,
Wishing she wasn't born,
Scared what's next in the world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fits perfectly with my poem Emo Girl (Breathe Life) .