The days were used to be my home
Spent all the stories without being alone
People looked at me like I was their phone
My lovely smile formed after the wound
Now, the dark nights live longer than ever
The shadow of loneliness stab my soul deeper
My swart tears flow like I am the only river
That fake lovely smile turns to nothing but bitter
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem