I am scared...
I want to scream
but can't…
I want to cry but can't….
I want to go away but can't …
My heart is grasped …
it feels like its held in jar..
the air tight one …
I am cornered…
my hair locks are waving in the air…
They ask me " Are they free to wave?"
"Are they free to meet the air?"..
I look at them having no answer…
my existence is caught in a well..
I am horrified…
My heart is beating
but not living….
I feel lost and scattered…
broken away in pieces…
I forgot to smile…
My lips are ignorant to them now…
I can feel my breath..
they come to me in intervals…
There is a heavy thing on my chest..
I can't lift it anymore…
When I pass among graves…
I am attracted to them…
I praise the peace the dead have…
how peaceful they are Saima!
They have no heart to break…
They have nothing to expect…
lets die…
I am scared…
Lets die..
I am done…
Lets die…
Let them miss us
who took us for granted..
I am trying and trying
to hide …
my smiles becomes transparent
they can't hide me anymore…
I am sacred…
They will see and then throw me away…
like they have never knew me…
like they have never knew me...
