When she looks at her self in the mirror
She cant believe what she has become twisted and wicked
Unable to remember the sweet and happy little girl she once was
Life seems obscure and dead more nd more each day
All she can do is wait till her last breath leaves her withering body
So she can once again be that sweet and happy little girl
Much pain and sadness, lost happiness replaced with sorrow. I feel it and can relate to this as well. I hope you find the peace your soul longs for before that last breath.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
short but right to the point..emotional...thanks ~^..^