Dear Bullies,
I wish you can see what you've done to me
Stole everything; that times three
For a long time I didn't feel free
The only thing I could do was to flee
Now looking back all I can see
Is a past that doesn't define who I was meant to be
And those who were so broken inside that had to make others feel the need to commit suicide
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem