By: Marisa Marie Menard
She cuts to ease the pain.
The pain just gets worse and worse.
Bottled all up inside till finally one day she burst.
She screams, 'FML! '
She's tired of trying.
She knows he doesn't care, because he was that one dumb boy who, left her sitting there..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem