I have a sorrow that haunts me,
a sorrow that silently kills me,
a sorrow that spreads like weeds throughout my body.

A sorrow that makes the days seem longer
and the hours feel like minutes.

A sorrow that swallows me every morning
and suffocates me through the night.

A sorrow that trembles when it sees me smile
and begs to be gone.

A sorrow that makes minutes feel like seconds,
a sorrow rough and cold.

A sorrow without warning, yet with a reason,
a sorrow both human and sincere.

A sorrow that makes you cry endlessly
and scream in your dreams.

This month is the worst in the world, the worst of my life.
Why? Because I have to be strong,
something that in this situation is so hard to be.