Seventeen and I owned the world. I could make my own life and fend for myself.
At Seventeen with the world at my feet I didn't need parents I'd live to my beat.
Rules, Religion, and Stifling Care I wouldn't have to deal if I wasn't there.
I don't want your money I don't want your love I don't want your country I don't want your god
You can try to escape but our blood runs through your veins and try as you might you won't forget your last name
But I screamed and I yelled that I'd walk straight to hell rather than spend another day locked up in this cell
I hated my family, hated their love
I am an island, I am a rock
I guess I was angry that my education and the roof over my head had to be provided by somebody else
I suppose that I thought That my pride was at stake if I ever owed thanks
You're an ungrateful brat I'm the idiot who spoiled you You know where we live. come by when you need to
As long as you're gone I won't leave this bed This spot right beside me will be warm when you want to come home Just crawl in beside me if it ever gets cold out in the real world where you want to be
As long as you're gone I won't leave this bed I'll keep your spot warm, until I am dead and even when I die My heart will keep beating your name in my chest
Noor Noor Noor
You are the light of my life and the pain in my days and although you fight it my blood runs through your veins Your heart will beat true *even if every word I've spoken means nothing to you
Going through my moleskine, came across this incomplete (and insufficient) apology to my parents. Here it is.
*Noor is the name on my birth certificate. It means "light" in Arabic.