She asked me while I was sobbing- what makes you happy?
I didn't have an answer I could say
My heart screamed one hundred different things
But my mouth stayed shut as I looked away
I started crying harder because I know that I can't be happy- I can't say what I need- I'll never find what makes me whole.
I suppose I'll just have to live with that.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem