Pain is scarlet blue and purple, all the colors of blood
It smells like the sulfer from a match which nips your nose
It tastes like the tears you continuously cry
It sounds like the silent screams she cries out
It feels like the blade sliding, painlessly, across her wrist
It looks like the red dyed water shes now, slowly, lifelessly sinking into.
Pain is your loved ones eyes after theyve heard the news.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem