See that razor?
That one that is stained?
It belonged to a girl who was troubled
Her eyes swollen
Her body shows her pain
All it ever took was her words
but she could never ask for help
In her eyes
All she saw was destruction
She thought no one would help
not her long lost friends who never knew
not her parents who never paid attention
not even God who she thought let her down
and not her love who tried so hard to keep her calm
she always trusted him
with everything she knew
As she looked in the mirror
all she ever saw
was someone who was weak looking in the mirror
her hot fresh tears rolling down her rosy cheeks
she knew it would only take one
she took that razor
the one that was stained
she put it to her vein
she knew
she felt it wasn't enough
she pushed
she pulled
her tears fell
that razor hit the floor
her blood running
her head spinning
the towel full of blood
she felt alone
On her bed she lyes
As her family cries
She never told
the secret she will forever hold
knowing she will die
lying there in tears
her swollen
her body shows her pain
All it ever took was her words
but she knew she couldnt tell
She will always will hold that razor to her vein
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem