Tears.
For pain.
For help.
For sadness.
For self.
For happiness.
Slowly brushing down your cheek.
With a salty taste of bitterness.
Nothing to be said or heard.
But the faint cries of hopelessness.
Or grief.
Or joy.
And the long lasting pain I bear in my heart, of sorrow.
And the screams of help I've been needing.
For so very long.
So long.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem