All around you 
Have to stop and stare 
Some will even wonder 
How those scars got there 
I have bad scars too 
Except mine aren't hard to hide 
See yours are on your skin 
Mine are deep inside 
Yes my insides damaged 
So cut up and torn 
It's not because of sickness or because of 3rd degree burns  
Mine are from the past 
So dark and not well seen 
I don't have anymore nightmares 
In fact, I don't even dream 
I'm so torn apart 
Broken up and hurt 
My life has not been pleasant 
I've been tossed and thrown in dirt 
The people I have trust the most have broken me and lied 
I don't have a best friend any more 
He had to go and die
When I do the right thing wrong 
My life goes round and round 
When I wake up the next morning 
I'm lying on the ground 
My heart is somewhat broken </3
I suffer from great pain 
Some people stop and wonder
Is that girl insane? 
Though people try to help me 
Mend my broken heart 
I'm starting to get better 
But they'll never fill the part 
The part that's dark and empty 
Gloomy and ice cold 
I'm hoping I'll get better 
Or so I have been told 
You and I aren't different 
You suffer so do I 
We both have lost a great amount 
We both sit alone and cry 
People all around you Have to stop and stare 
Some will even wonder 
How those scars got there 
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's better be insane..atleast that will give me some company in this sane world.