I said “I’m going to ask you a question and I’d like you to be honest with me.”
He said “sure I will”
But he lied
And later I cried
I asked if he needed help and he said no
Drugs hadn’t messed up his flow
“It was a onetime thing” he said
But I knew he was that much closer to being dead
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem