Un-shed tears,
weep from within,
Bloodies wrists,
unheard cries....
and the beauty behind each lie.
I cannot find,
whats been hidden to me,
nor can I see whats in plain sight,
to numb to open, whats been shut,
forever at rest, never do I intend, to get up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
forever at rest, never do I intend, to get up. like the last sentence.