Tears are shed
I know why, but do you?
Can you even see my pain?
Do you even have a clue?
Sleepless nights
I lay in bed,
for answers to these questions
that cloud my head.
Will I ever understand?
Or should I just let go?
Will I ever be free?
Will I ever know?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem