She sits in her room and cry
pouring a shot of vodka
while slipping a knife through her thigh
a shot turns into 9 torturing her liver felling as it slowly dies
her lungs are filled with smoke and poison
but still, she lights up another cigarette in a smooth motion
thinking about how she wants her life to be over
knowing it has been years since the last time she was sober
she sees a girl in front of her eyes
calls her ugly a disgrace telling her she should die
trying to hit the girl screaming I hate you
but the mirror breaks, she falls to her knees and cry
her body is shaking from the inside and out
pinching her arm to feel alive
knowing she is going crazy
even the silence fells to loud
her stomach aching for food but she just screams at it
hitting her stomach making even deeper wounds
a disappointment that's what she was
Those were the thoughts she fought before making her life stop
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem