As she takes the thin piece of metal from her skin,
She knows that her pain is at its end.
Whirling and twirling the room begins to spin.
Nobody or nothing has came to impend.
As she exhales her last breath of air,
Her problems seem so distant, no situations in the near.
As god has came and answered her last prayer.
As the girl that you left in the shadows is soon to disappear.
Cant you just see her lying there?
Merely dying there?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem