This is from my darker period.
does no one see the scars on her wrists
the bruises on her legs
the red marks on her cheeks from crying
would no one notice that she was gone
would no one notice that she had just left
she knew it was wrong, but what could she do
she lost all faith in God, in Heaven, too
many have told her different things
she just doesn't know how to believe in wings
does no one hear her crying for help
does no one hear her yelling for someone.....
Salvation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem