I'm no criminal but im not innocent
I'm not healthy, im ill from being awake
from all those nights of crying
craving to touch a sharp blade
to create blood on my wrists
to drain me of my will
to kill me and satisfy my need
for wanting to be dead.
i carry with me everywhere.
im not me cause i hide behind
my cartoon mask
helping others to smile and to hide my sorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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