If you weep, I won't care.
If you suffer, I won't know.
If the salt from your tears should seep into the
Slashes on your battered arms, I'll look away.
If you scream and flail while being held down and pressed to the Ground-
I will simply stand and laugh at you.
Because I am so scared
Of ending up like You.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem