I hide my feelings from my family and friends. I wear long sleeve shirts to cover my marks where I show my pain on the outside.
Everything is screaming inside my body to let the pain out. I smile and show that I'm happy but on the real I feel like dying!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can relate, except the cutting part. My Ex boyfriend beat me, so I was always wearing long sleeve shirts(I have a couple poems about it) . I was always hiding it and acted like i was sooo happy, but i really only wanted death.