Morning rain, Khamis (12/6/14)

Though I live,

it is not I am really living,

In this world,

it is like a window-less prison.

Though I laugh,

it is not I am really laughing,

That I look shabby,

as if I am crying.

Whom I love,

I couldn't say it,

I couldn't even show it.

I regret everything,

in the moment I fell asleep.

As I live,

As I live,

and become tired,

due the sadness I caused.

As I cry,

As I cry,

and become exhausted,

When it happens,

whom Should I think of,

even foe once?

I will laugh because I am force to laugh,

I will live because I am forced to live.

None is by my side,

I end up crying.

As I burn

As I burn,

and some still remain,

I burn everything,

until I am satisfied

As I live.