I look in the mirror,
What is it I see,
A small frail girl,
Looks back at me,
With tossled hair,
And red-rimmed eyes,
The girl tells me,
She despises all guys,
Her raw little nose,
And tear-stained cheeks,
Makes me feel sorry,
And prevents me to speak,
Her heart has been broken,
Her spirit is down,
I feel bad for the girl,
She does nothing but frown,
She raises a knife,
But instead of her wrist,
She ends her own life,
With a quick little twist,
Her life fades away,
As I scream and I cry,
She falls to the floor,
And I watch her die,
Unable to help,
I can only stand there,
That poor little girls life,
Was to much to bare,
And even though it's to late,
I scream and I shout,
Why did she take,
The easy way out?
I close my eyes,
Shatter the mirror,
And then try and stop,
The fresh flow of tears,
Goodbye my frail friend,
Ill always love you,
No matter how selfish,
A road that you choose.
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I would like to translate this poem
a suicide thing, Very good in describing your theme. GREAT Kindly comment on my poems. Thank you very much