I've seen this post by Haris Pašović, a theater director, in which he mentions Damir Uzunović, a Bosnian poet, and his poem Nokturno:

Ne čitam novine
U sažvakanom hljebu okus je
njihove naslovne strane
Sve sam lakši
Sve sam bilže duši
Noći u kojima poželim da se ubijem
Naprosto prespavam

I really liked it, so I translated it to English.

I don't read the newspaper.
There is flavor in the chewed bread,
their front pages.
I'm getting lighter.
I am more and more closer to the soul
Of the nights wherein I want to kill myself.
I'm just sleeping.

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