Some people take some time to ask me why
I live in silence then hide my smiles
and bury the misery here inside of me
living myself in a misery.
I let myself sigh before I spill all out
the stains in my life which are poisoning me
Yes i say it all but none of them hear
even if i have screamed it out to their ear.
Slowly things are not the way they are
only the stars could hear me though they are a far
the reason why i'm suffocated by this sweet bitter breeze
is the reality that you can no longer be here for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem