i've cried every night
for the past 13 years.
yet every passing day
the tears are getting larger.
they used to be small tears
the size of a small nail.
but now they're the size
of my thumb.
running down my face
like a river to the sea.
soon my eyes will flood
and there'll be no more of me.
i'm awaiting the day that
happens to me,
but for now i'll cry
and wish i was dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem