The sky is constenly black
Because I cant see your face,
But you hold my heart in your hands.
I cut my wrists again and again
Because I want to hold you
And feel you in my arms.
I would rather feel the pain on my skin
Then the pain in my heart
From not being near you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very refined melancholy has been expressed in this poem. The description of solitude is nice........10/10 Best Wishes Sameer