I wish
you would have
just a bit of empathy
I wish
you would see
that I'm crying already
creating pain so cold and steady
why can't you be nice?
why should I hear your mean advise?
why painful should be
all the talks?
I'm checking often slow clocks..
why should I feel so useless
and so small?
why should i suffer?
can it be painless at all?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Change advise to advice.