I can feel the poems I read
Each writer that bleed
Same issue
Each one tries to hide away their fears
Just give me a tissue
To wipe away those tears
People has became the same
Some hurt, some blame.
While others get effected and feel the pain.
Hide their tears by walking under the rain.
For my own sake.
I should not wake.
From the dream I've been living
The imagination I've been creating
Where there's no past
And forever could last
For my own sake
I should not wake.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem