Tongue like a razor blade, 
You cut my skin so deep.
Exposing my emotions, 
Then you fall asleep.
Walk about so softly, 
So not to wake you up.
Fearing that the sounds I make, 
Will cause you to erupt.
Silently I walk away, 
Tears flow down my face.
I have to go, because I fear, 
Soon I will truly DIE.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    