You walk the lonely path alone
thinking of all the unspoken words.
There are too many to count.
Tears fall down your face.
Each tear represent a thousand words unspoken.
The words that remains hidden inside:
sealed to never be spoken.
Girl you are slowly giving yourself a soul attack:
with all the unspoken words and the depression.
That is a fact.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem