She hurts, why does she hurt?
She cries, why does she cry?
She hides, why does she hide?
She cuts, why does she cut?
She’s strong, but really so weak,
Her eyes can take you so deep.
Her pain, she privately weeps,
She chooses to bleed for release.
She’s alive but cant feel a thing,
She’s numb until she’s with him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem