She'd rather not speak
Because you don't listen
Won't even try to tell you
She's sorry for what she did that day
You pretend like you don't remember
But the gray hairs she gives you still show
Like the scars on her arms
Or the blood stains on her sleeves
She's admitted it in group
She knows she wants to die
She's graduating from the eighth grade
It's such a fragile age
There's a smile on her face, but it's a fake
Like the fraudilent life she lives
If she had one wish
She would want to be loved
By her family, her friends, and a guy
But she's not and she will always know why
It's because no one wants to be seen with her
Just another suicidal punk
Acting drunk and disobeying the law
Now she's hiding with a knife
And is scared for her life
Because the cuts on her arms won't stop bleeding
Like the tears form her eyes
They just keep dripping as she dies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem