Something small and insignificant,
brings on a flood of tears,
and the tears bring pain to my face,
as I know that im using any fragment of discomfort,
as an excuse to cry for you,
I dont want to cry for you anymore,
but even as I print these words,
tiny rivers brgin to roll down my cheeks,
causing me to hate myself even more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem