It's not that bad
That much is true
But to think of what
It has done to you
Hurts all around
Even if there voice is not found
We all are killers in our own way
Suicide happens every single day
This fact is hard to know
Because most of the signs never show
It could be him
Or
It could be her
Because no one knows how much
Somebody truly suffers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem