In the heat of the moment a mistake has been made,
She can't look back now, she can't be saved,
These consequences she must face,
She fought to lose this deadly race,
Things haven't been right for a long time now,
She wants to fit in, but doesn't know how,
She's bleeding to death from the inside out,
She wants to run, she wants to shout,
She wants to scream how she feels inside,
From herself she cannot hide,
There's a rage within too deadly to mask,
She really needs help but she wont ask,
Frinds and family she pushes way,
She'll live to fight another day,
She longs to be fixed and no longer broke,
Like that will happen, but I guess she can hope,
Her dull, dead eyes, with their blank stare,
The girl she once was is no lobger there,
Tear stained eyes and running red,
It's too late for her, she's already dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem