As she sits
Just staring
At nothing in particular
Her friends start to worry.
But little Meghan,
Always the good girl
Striving to be at the top
Just can't stop.
Tired of all of the pressure
put on her to be #1
So you see she has this addiction
Joined in with the wrong crowd
Her parents definetly not proud.
It all started as an experiment
Now its permanent
Her family starting to worry
Searched her room
After finding a bag of pot
Tried to get her some help
Not wanting the affection
She ran away from all hope.
Knowing she's done wrong
She puts on that sad song
Says a quiet goodbye to the world
As her fingers start to curl
Tightly around that knife
That will end her life.
She quickly slits her throat
And is now gone forever...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem