Trying to write so then I don't hurt.
Hurt physically and mentally.
Mentally, mental. They say that they have meds for that.
Meds that are supposed to help, or just make it worst.
Cutting, anger, depression, lonlyness and confusion,
Are just some signs.
When it makes it worst,
People thikn something is wrong with you.
Outcased, lonly, questions that aren't answered, hatred.
Wishing someone could lay a hand out.
But they don't,
'You should handle it yourself.'
You have made up your mind,
Your done with life,
No one will save yout now,
It is set...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem