Notes of sadness are raining quietly into my mind, expressing
the intense sadness that is giving thoughts of panic and
suicide.
Although they will never be acted upon, they still exist and
want to be expressed fully so they can then disrupt obvious
details that can easily come upon me.
Now that they have been recognized, they will quietly leave
me in peace, not wanting to exercise their secret wishes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem