Her baby blue eyes have lost their spark
Her once gentle hands,
Now cut her arms,
Her once open heart
Is almost nothing but scars
Her once vibrant mind
Now nothing but darkness
She drives down the road
Sometimes hoping this will be last time
This will be last wind
This will be the day her soul finds peace
That she can finally just be.
K.E.C.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem