Alone in her room,
she begins to cry.
Her hair in her face,
her hands are tied.
There's no other way,
so what's the point?
No other choice,
yet she can't decide.
But with a shaking hand,
she decides her fate,
and with her last breath,
sighs 'this is it.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey I really like this one :)