No i did not anticipate anything to have
I always tried my best to gave
If my pot was half empty or full
I never realised the world could me so cruel
That i never could attempt to have anything save

My dreams my hopes my choices my aims
Were bullied and burried ,and some even burnt alive
I never could forsee that it would be an end
That my wings were cut off all by me

Now that numbness stays with me to heal
But there’s a loneliness that always try me to kill
Incaged or imprisoned that im chocking
Everything is unaware of what is really happeening.