nobody knew her
her life was a lie
all of her secrets
left with her to die
no body to talk to
no one to cry with
the question that she wondered
'was she the only one left.'
no body asked her
no one knew why
her life was is in the gutter
and she wanted to die
no one dared to ask her
no one would care
the story of her life
which no one could bare
the only one who knew her
was her self in a lie
but nobody knew her
and she wondered why
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem