They seem to come out...
on their own they come out...
why do they come out...?
Am i hurt somewhere...?
it's not on the outside...
maybe on the inside...
i don't know...
is it ever going to stop...
no never...
me knowing...
knowing nothing...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like this. Tears flowing can. clear the mind. Great poem.