Shes home alone
No one sees her bleeding
Alone in her room filled with tears
She grabs the blade, thinking with this,
They will notice her pain
She slashes her skin left and right;
She cuts deep and long, wishing theyd see
Their little girl slipping from here.
She lies in a pool of her own blood
Knowing they didnt care enough.
Their little girl gone cause they couldnt see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice suspense. You see what I was saying in your previous poem. It was flowing and motivating. I know for sure that this generation is full of ace poets like me and you. Keep writing.