Suffer Poem by Lauren Kiczula
Suffer
The burning on the top of my leg
is just a reminder of what ive done
while my friends only see
the well practiced smile
and the easy cover up chuckle
to hide what i really want to say.
my wrists were a good pratice ground
but after a couple of scars
the people you see begin to get suspicious.
so instead
i hide it under my jeans.
and suffer on my own.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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