I thought  I could .
Afterall all these times , I finally thought I could .
But I lay in bed , unmoved till death .
The knife in my chest .
I only wanted you to tell me you loved me mom .
I still regret .
I wish I was more alive than dead .
- Adaa Sayed

I don't know anymore .
Who to believe who to not .
I just don't feel like me anymore .
I don't .
- Adaa Sayed

I saw her .
But she never told me .
I loved her .
She said the same thing .
My mother .
She was .
Made slave by someone ,
I loved to call dad .
One night with a knife ,
I saw her .
Perhaps that was the last of her .
That knife was used to **** her .
She didn't **** herself .
She didn't run for help .
Because she stood there for me .

Blood stained guilt .
I see him un shifted .
His eyes lie of love ;
Love that never existed .
- Adaa Sayed

Who is she anyway?



Crying at any movie whether it's sad or happy...

Sharing her passion for music, whether or not she has anything to do with it...

Doesn't complain because she always wants to put others first.

Goes through pain like a bullet goes through flesh.



This is who she is at her best.



Don't try to underestimate her or put her to the test.

Always know she'll win because she not only follows instinct, but her heart.

Her heart that aches was replaced with glass a while ago.

Not only did it shatter, but it turned to cold hard stone.



She was accused of being a hard-headed human.

She was told that she was selfish, arrogant, and a liar.

How could you know behind her closed doors?



When you finally let go and get the chance to pull them open;

Then you'll see...

It had absolutely nothing to do with me.

Where the truth is doomed by lies ,
Hands are shook with malice.
And hope is forever haunted,
Jury is there to harass .
Deaths occur day and passing night;
Still the girl wore flamboyant,
Help is nowhere proceeded.
Wax is melted ,
Thoughts are already poisoned.
Still the girl was drunk in venom , while going to her friend's home .
Who says the substandard boy is to blame, who thought of her as a jester .
Nasty, humiliated, unpleasant is all they can say but ;
Still who helps her when she suffered.
Unlucky is the girl who had this fate , they bark !
And leave her to burn in this filthy fire which gives no life to the dead .
Wounding and funny .
One's just dessert is still not served ,
Hour and minute,
Second and jiffy,
All we do is to wait , when will he be put to death ?
- Adaa Sayed

They cheat .
That's how they are .
They take what's yours' ;
They make it theirs .
How pitiful !
Such vile people ,
I say .
- Adaa Sayed