Let's pretend that my pain is nothing.
That the faded white scars are gone.
Let's laugh and joke around and hide the tears.
Wipe them away for me and cover my arms.
Let's go find my masks,
and make sure they aren't broken.
Pretend you don't hear me screaming for you,
while my lungs fill with water.
And,
whoever dies first,
loses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem