Now I know how it felt to be hated the whole life.
To be cursed for things I did,
And to lick somebody else's spit.
To live everyday hoping that I will die the next day,
To cry again and again when there is no more tears to drop.
Ya Allah, one after another.
A sequel of unhappiness in my life.
A burden being put on my tiny shoulders.
Another sad story is being told.
I don't know how to fake another smile,
I seem to have lost my professional touch.
Drifting away from you...
Ya Allah, I am completely lost.
The clock is ticking,
And there is no guarantee.
Hope that I will never lost forever.
Praying that there will be hands approaching,
And they will pull me back to where I should be.