Sick of all the chaos going on around her Haley is by herself as always.
Haley keep thinking someone will notice her.
She can't go to her family because they push her to they side.
She can't go to friends because the ones she do have only are concerned with themselves.
She try to turns to a psychiatrist but all they do is put her on medication.
She left her home but the shelter was full up.
No one to turn to literally.
She's stuck in this world of chaos and confusion and the only person she can talk to is the same person she hates and thats herself.
Time go by she is slipping in a pool of confusion, darkness everywhere as if it is an everlasting darkness.
She finds herself do self mutilation because thats the only feeling of relief she gets.
She turn to drugs cause it takes her to another place.
She turn to prostitution because the clients make her feel wanted.
She is a lost sheep trying to find some way home back to when she was simple...............................................
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem