The life I wanted, created a chaos within me,
Will the struggles result or just tires me?
The dream felt so far that the walk I made,
not even reached a part of it.
The lone life with the books around me,
Made the surrounding more funnier than it really is.
Heart felt so empty, that none could fulfill,
The words that I cannot share sealed me.
Life went from fun to hatred and I never knew,
Dream became a nightmare that I never woke from
To remain alone was what I chose,
But the group felt warm and close.
To wake from that nightmare, to make it a dream again,
Will always be my devotion towards it.
But when I say “I have had enough”,
Will I get the credit for it?