No closure.
No skies.
Everyone but me,
they're all able to cry.
It's like a poison,
bottled up inside.
I'm the coward,
when afraid, I will hide.
Barely coping,
I can barely breathe;
I'm told I'm choking.
On the outside I fake it,
On the inside I just can't take it.
Finally free;
Rest away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No closure. No skies. Everyone but me, they're all able to cry. ..... they are able to cry but not me... so much frief stricken and choked and voice........ yes indeed pain in words and honest word mind it... well done, , , ,10