You talk behind her back,
as if shes not really there
you think she can't hear you?
you think she doesn't care?
she hears you loud and clear
as she wipes away a single tear
One day shes going to end it
and you wont see it coming
because your too judgemental to see
the suicidal girl is really me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem