She sits on the floor
And plays with her hair
You tore her apart
And she knows you don't care
She doesn't dare talk
When you are around
She'll only get laughed at
No murmer no sound
She's curled in a ball
When the alcohol hits
Worried to move
Worried to flinch
The comforting snore
When your falling asleep
Its her only escape
Its then that she weeps
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very poignant write - well done Chelsea.