Lying here crying.
Hoping that someone will ask why?
But they wont.
They just don't want to.
Sitting here weeping,
Watching people walk by.
They wont dare to lat out a hand.
Because they are to busy.
Walking around depresses.
Putting on a mask every morning.
People NOW want to hangout,
But it's to late...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem