He doesn't reply, maybe it's his goodbye.
When he does reply, I start to cry.
It wasn't his 'bye'
There are fresh scars on his wrists
New tears gather in our eyes.
The little bit of happiness I caused wasn't enough for him
I'm not enough.
He needs help
I'll try to help.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem