Another Sad Story

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.

Insyaallah.