This girl I had a crush on
Seems so depressed and alone
With her broken smile on the gaze
Tried to make the best upon her face
She could hide herself deep down
She could fall behind and no one cares
She could just break down and start over
Or just disappear, like everybody else
She used to have a family without heart
A father can’t be so kind to his daughter
A mother who keeps saying dirty names
Home where she doesn’t belong to
Christmas should be welcomed by everyone
Yet she’s still standing tremblingly outside
This girl I used to have a crush on
Has died from cold last night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem