There lived a girl who lived all alone,
She's away from the only person who makes her happy.
She cries herself to sleep every night hoping things would change,
She prays that she can be with her true love again.
She sits on her bed tears streaming down her face,
She grabs her razor and puts it to her wrist cutting away the pain,
She bleeds and bleeds.
When she wakes up in the morning and realises how she felt last night,
She gets up and puts on her clothes still in pain.
She walks downstairs and smiles pretending everything is ok,
Nobody knows but her that she is dying inside.
She misses her baby so,
Wanting to be her in her arms again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Surely, loneliness is bad. It is such a poem that sooths ones heart. Thanks for such a poem