That Kind of Girl
She was the girl to look for her answers in Tarot cards and sunsets.
She was the kind to draw her curtains and sleep all day when she got upset.
She was used to the comfort of the sliver blades and tiny pills.
Now she's 10 months clean and doing better.
She still looks for answers in Tarot and sage, she still sleeps when she's upset, but now she's thriving.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem