Tuesday, May 24, 2016


Where do I even begin?


Sometimes you have so much to say,

but all that comes out are tears.


This life.

is so full of disappointments.


We can have so many people in our lives.

Yet we can feel so alone.


No one except you, Ya Allah.

Who hears, sees and knows it all.


I wish I could ask you,

"Are you pleased with me?"


But why?

When I'm not even pleased with myself.


I don't have a friend to talk to.

Except You.


So please, oh Allah, don't ever let me go.

Or I will have no one to turn to.


Only then, I will feel so alone.

Because no one understands me,

Better than You.

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