At fifteen I understand the feeling of wanting to die,
only for so long can a little girl cry.
Daring to overdose so you can make people give up the stupid silly show.
Events of the past bringing you as low as one person can go.
Apprehension like first stepping in the snow.
The feelings don't always disapear all in a row.
Help is out there they all say but what's the point if the tunnel has already lost it's glow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem