She sits all alone
Huddled up in despair
Tears are rolling down her face
Her hope is leaving with each tear
She wonders what she's done
To deserve this cruel fate
She sits there misunderstood
When help comes it'll be too late
She takes the blade in her hand
Watches it gleam in the light
Slowly she raises it to her throat
Knowing she'll kill herself this night
Later on they'll find her
And realize their mistake
They could have helped this girl
But now it's too late
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem