She marked her arms,
with tears of blood.
She made her mark,
as you made yours.
She almost died,
on that dark day.
Because the 3 words she needed to hear,
you couldn't say.
She cried so much,
she kicked and she screamed.
She swore she wouldn't forgive you,
as long as she grieved.
You never knew,
you didn't understand.
She loved you,
she had a plan.
But it was just like you,
to go and ruin everything.
You ignored her hints,
didn't hear her silent pleas.
She lied when she told you,
she wasn't a twit,
the knife just slipped,
she didn't mean to cut her wrists.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very Trembeling, even though some dont see the obvious blunt out in their faces, sometimes its not their fault, sometimes it is. heartbreaking really.