If you see me everyday
Or if you see me just sometimes
No one would tell how much...
How much I suffer.
No one would tell that I cried...
cried because I didn't see happiness.
I am my own lover,
My own best friend.
I miss the time when I knew nothing,
When the world was my play-ground.
Can anyone hear me at all?
I am too weak to kill myself,
But too strong to worry about revenge.
Is there any reason to keep going?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem