A locked door,
A rusty razor,
A towel stained with red.
Tears roll down my cheeks as I wait alone,
Waiting to be set free.
No one saw the darkness and sadness within me.
Didn't anyone see the pain in my eyes?
The fake smiles upon my lips?
A folded note,
A broken mirror
I lie dead on the cold, tiled floor,
free from my pain and sadness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem