Tell me something,
I'm greatly needing.
What do you do,
When your heart is bleeding?
What do you do,
When it feels like a dagger,
Has been stabbed in your heart,
Making it shatter?
It's not me who's bleeding.
I don't mean to be misleading.
I'm asking for a friend,
A distant relative.
I'm recounting their story,
A painful narrative.
How do you deal,
With a pain so piercing,
Move on in life,
Without even wincing?
How do you play,
Pretend and smile,
Like nothing happened,
While choking on bile?
It's not me who's bleeding.
I am not misleading.
I'm asking for a friend,
A distant relative.
I'm recounting the story,
A painful narrative.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem