She's lost she's gone its too late to return
there's nothing you can do her soul is ready burn
the tears have fallen shes cut down to shards
the worst part is she's numb and her heart is hard
the rain has come yet the thunder has not passed
she wont let it go she wants it to last
it's the only thing that she can still feel
it's in her imagination yet it's all too real
she has friends but doesn't think that they know
how could they? the battle's in her mind, it wont show
the names inside stupid/ugly/stupid/fatfatfat she keeps calling herself
they're like words in a book you cant see them unless you take it off the shelf
the parasitic words are eating her from inside to out
why do they hurt her? why are you asking now?
it's too late, they've spread form head heart through blood
they were stuck at one point the mind is where they stood
it's funny that you ask now that's it's too late
or is it? what's next? guess you just sit around and wait
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really like this one. Its exactly how i feel. Good job