You secretly cut yourself
With razor blades,
In every way misbehave.
You roam dangerous streets
At night with unholy men
Who supply you with drugs
For promiscuous favors;
And those fiends you count as friends!
You act tough for a little girl,
But sweetheart,
I’ve seen your Goth mascara
Run with tears.
Please, find love
And save your soul.
The title of this poem caught my eye and the poem it self intrigued me. Check out my poem 'seizing my depression'. Thanx for sharing!
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I would like to translate this poem
thank you for this. i have a friend that need these exact words