when i write this
you cannot see any blood
but i bleed,
you cannot see my emptiness,
it is however cold,
if you are sensitive enough.
someone writes about a
concealed depression and
then another writes the
big surprise about another
dead man, another woman
makes a comment, in fact,
unnecessary, " what?
oh my God! "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem