Sitting in her room
blasting music to silence the yelling
atleast that's what you asoom
really she is crying
She screams in her mind 'Why won't they stop! '
her body, mind, and heart torn in two
so she takes a pill or two and pop
don't blame her, ther wasn't much for her to do
She didn't want to cut
they didn't need another reson to fight
BUT!
they still do and all night
People laugh
or think she doing it for a fashion
but they don't even know the half
it's not a passion
Now she won't tell
doesn't matter
she has her pills to tell
becuase her pills are the only things that make it better
Here's a hint for you peoples...
don't cut the pain shows, pop so you can hind it
;)
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I would like to translate this poem
write more poems and pop less pills. Poems can express emotions, pills just suppress them.