No one knows I cut
Except my 'friends'
who found out on there own
If it was up to me
No one would know
Even my 'friends' dont understand
They say its stupid, that I'm stupid
they dont know why
No one knows why I cut
not even my 'friends'
they dont know that they
themselves have something to do with it
that my family
just everything does it
and that it's the only way i can cope
they dont know my hate
No one knows my hate
not anyone, friends, family, noone
I hate my brothers, father, mother, friends
i hate this stupid life
i hate myself
i hate this world
I hate everything
They dont know my brother
No one knows my brother
They wonder why I hate him
They say he's cool
They love him
Everyone loves him
They hate me
Everyone hates me
They dont know what he does
Noone knows what my brother does
no one at all
they dont know he hits me
They dont know everything
they have no idea all the pain he causes
they dont know the things he does
they dont know hes insestish
if they did they wouldnt know how
No one knows he is or how
They dont know what he says
they dont know the things he does
teh things he does to me
they dont know anything
anything at all
noone knows why I'm me
No one knows anything
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
greatly written, i understand, this can relate to alot of people around the world that feel the way you feel, is this true? no offence intended