I'm not suicidal.
It's just a way to feel.
I'm not a perfect girl.
It's just a way to feel.
I'm not an average student.
It's just a way to feel.
I'm not about to lie.
For that is to not feel.
I cut my wrists.
It's just a way to feel.
I burn my legs.
It's just a way to feel.
I hug my friends goodbye.
It's just a way to feel.
I pretend everything is okay.
For that is to not feel.
Then call me names.
It's just a way to feel.
Then hit me harder.
It's just a way to feel.
Then run away.
It's just a way to feel.
Then act like nothing happened.
For that is to not feel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem