and as i sit in class
my one is on one thing
to find a shard of glass
my pain is digging in
no way to let it out
then i find a pin
i tap it on my desk
and picture it as a blade
i push up my sleeve a little
to where my scars were starting to fade
theres a prick on my skin
and the room starts to spin
because of this i feel i win.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem