this isn't a poem
it's a cry for help
it's not just words
it's my confessions
and my apologies
you don't know
the cuts i hide myself in
how they cover my whole body
how they consume me
now you do
you don't know
that i no longer eat
that my bones poke out
and how my stomach has shrunk
now you do
you don't know
how i want to die
that fairly soon
I'll end my life
that this will be
my last goodbye
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem