These tears
are my own
These tears
don't ask for
your permission
i sit and stare
and wonder
if you see me
through the
tears and
screams of
pain,
my silent
pain
my silent
screams
my silent
tears,
that you
don't see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
tears are the secret of heart if flowed died if not grief stuck up