I confess,
i only told the psychologist at school
it was from problems at home
when she saw the depth and breadth
of the cut on my arm
latter after dcf became involved and
i was nearly taken away from my dad
i admitted that my two girl friends and i
would pop a few pills and
drink from each others arms.
We still do it but with parts none can see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem