i was 11, eleven with a blade to my wrist making myself bleed because i hated who i was coming to be.
i tried so hard to alter the pain but all it did was come back with more strain.
I said 'Just one more time then ill stop', then the next thing i knew came more cuts.
Now im 15 thriving to stay alive, hoping ill make it out sometime.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem