she gave up on love
at 18 yrs old
said it was a lie
the foolish told
finding herself all alone
and cold
she gave up on the world
she lit up a smoke
everyday or two
till she lost count
of how many packs
she'd gone through
she thought she had nothing
left to lose
she gave up on the world
she hasnt been home
for several days now
tonight makes the 3rd
week straight now
they've been struggling to sleep
since she went away
hoping she finds the strength
shes been looking for
cause they cant take
the searching anymore
she found some relief
with a bottle in her hand
but the bottle can be
such a nasty friend
she swore a million times
she wouldnt start again
but that was the night
she gave up on the world
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem