Does it really matter if I die? Will it? Will the tears I cried be compared to the tears you cry when I die? Do you understand the tears I cried are becuase of you. So it serves you right to cry when I die. And you'll pretend you cared. Because everyone think this smile plastered on my face is becasue I'm happy. Wrong.
~ Apsara Jahan Alberto
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem