Her wrists are unmarked
Her smile fixated on
She looks pure and clean
Looks are deceiving
Inside her heart is torn up
her emotions cut
Everything is fake
It is all a big fat lie
Even so their fooled
Weeks later shes gone
'There was never any sign'
Murmurs the still crowd
There is one who knew
She saw all the signs unfold
She saw the warnings
She sees it all now
The poems and sad looks
But its too late now
She sees clearly now
She understands the hints
But its too late now
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem