The piece of glass i have
is my relief.
My way of setting myself free.
its probably the only thing that
understands me.
When will someone else
understand, besides that piece of glass?
When will my own parents see
that im suffering.
Im hurt.
im crushed.
im in so much pain.
Oh piece of glass, set me free.
-Karina Lopez(: 3
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem