My wrist tells stories
you'll never understand

The love she fought for to her no longer matters
nothing is felt from a heart that has been shattered

Her seventeenth birthday
just the beginning
but she is already ready for the end

happy birthday to mee___.

She rejects your invitations, just to be alone
she stays to herself, so that her pain remains unknown

from my poem ___alone

The life so beautifuly planned was wrecked
by the absence of her own self respect

from my poem 'finally spoken'