she said, βall humans have friends who they trust, who they share secrets and problems with.β
But what about me? who finds it hard to explain, who only cries to God, words i couldnβt express, to the people who failed to understand my thoughts.
what about me? who has been waiting all my life, for someone whoβll understand, for someone who will stay, for someone i can share, my feelings and thoughts, for someone i can trust?