Mother, —
The screams of swallows bother me in the morning. Today they are singing my last morning song.
Mother, —
My body is next to you, but cold and lifeless. Look at my tears mother, I'm dead, but alive because of you.
Mother, —
When it comes to you, suicide is not the easiest thing to do. Look at my tears, I'm not even mine anymore.
Mother, —
I'm not strong anymore. I do not smile anymore. I'm fading. Look at my tears; nowadays only along with my tears, I smile.
Mother, —
Forgive me. I can no longer, not even be yours. Hear the screams of the swallows. You will find me there.
~Mohammad Sadeghi
@Smile_Eng
