She is with depression 
Yet she smiles.
Hiding her pain 
On everybody's plan.
She lives alone 
She cares herself 
No one is in this world for her 
It hurts like hell.
She cries 
She lies 
She denies 
She needs love but doesn't deserve it.
Just thinking this it's her last day today 
Leaving this world on her birthday 
Not realising today is her day 
Her death was written anyways.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem