my pain is my secret
a secret safely kept
my heart doesn't ache
that wasn't me who wept
i don't feel alone
i don't think of death
i don't miss the donor
who's been missing since he left
i don't care if she listens
or if she understands my pain
i don't care that she doesn't care
to pick at my brain
i'm glad they can't read my mind
i'm fortunate they don't try
my life is much better this way
i hope it stays like this till i die
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