As if the sun was forver gone,
her days soon became night.
As if a shadow fell over her,
she was like a werewolf in the day time.
Her mind soon began to roam,
it filled with thoughts, that
could make you cry.
Nights became longer as she silently
weeped in her bedroom.
The smell of failure quickly
filled her nose, as she realized
thats what she had become.
Nobody notice she was sad,
or should I say depressed.
Nobody notice, the scars on wrist,
or the scars on her hips.
It became very noticable to her,
she was clearly never wanted.
She grabbed a razor, and slowly
forgot the pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem