The blood runs down
She cries and screams
Suicide runs deep
Inside her mind
Pain and hate
For herself
Wishing for death
Hoping this would help
(yet morning comes
And she awakes
More and more
She builds her hate)
[she cries for death
Wishing and hoping
Soon for it to come]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem