Why do you always cover your wrists with bracelets?
Oh, it's my best friend gift.
Why do you wear a hoodie?
It's quite cold.
They keep asking me these questions,
but they will never understand the truth.
They only will notice when I will be gone.
I have special red lines on my body,
which I prefer to hide to be safe.
They will ask me questions.
I will never tell them the truth.
What is on your wrist?
A cat scratch.
The truth is, I don't have a cat.
Nights are the hardest time,
the time when my coloured lines,
turns into one line.
Why do you go to the pharmacy that often?
My mom is ill.
Bandages are all I need, but they will never know,
I will never let them understand.
Are you okay?
Yeah, totally.
Honestly, I don't know at this point,
I'm lost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem