I see no pain in your eyes. Just suffering.
And the only thing I can feel is nothing.
Crying. My heart is crying.
I might as well be dying.
And I am the cause of all my pain.
What I think about every day.
I try to make myself smile.
But if it's fake, I feel vile.
What can make me happy?
Absolutely nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem