Face down on my bed
I ask my self
Why do these tears fall?
Whom do they fall for?
Is it for what someone said?
Or is it for myself
Is it for them all?
Or because I need something more
Face down on my bed
Crying myself to sleep
I feel hopeless to the world
I'm nothing less and nothing more
Just a figment of imagination
Nothing more, nothing less
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem