Author: Supheeya Naaj Mansoori

  • WHY ME, WHY ME, WHY NO ONE ELSE BUT ME?

    WHO’S PUPPET AM I?

    IS MY LIFE A TOY TO TANGLE WITH?

    AMI SOMEBODY’S SLAVE, OR IS IT MY FATE?

    WHY ME, WHY ME, WHY NO ONE ELSE BUT ME? I CAN’T LAUGH OR ENJOY THE PLEASURES OF LIFE, WHY?

    I CAN’T WEEP OR VOICE MY SENTIMENTS, WHY?

    I CAN’T DANCE IN HOPES OF THANKSGIVING, WHY?

    I AM RESTRICTED TO EVERYTHING, WHY?

    WHY SHOULD I LIVE IN A WORLD OF GOLDEN CAGES?

    WHY CAN’T I BE IN PEACE IN HEAVEN?

    QUESTIONS ARE MANY. BUT WHO CARES ABOUT MY ANGUISH?

    NO CONCERN FOR MY INSECURITIES OR MY FEARS, WHY LIVE THEN?

    WHY CAN’T YOU LEAVE ME LIKE I WANT TO BE?

    I’VE LEARNED WHAT YOU COULD GIVE, IT’S PAIN.

    LEAVE ME, LET ME BE IN PEACE.

    I ACCEPT EVERYTHING OPEN-HEARTEDLY, BUT IT’S TIME YOU LET ME GO.

    LEAVE ME ALONE, I KNOW I’M NOT TO BE TOUCHED.

    NO MATTER WHAT I DO, NO MATTER WHERE I AM. WHY DO YOU CARE?

    DON’T, AFTER ALL, I’M WORTHLESS OF DESERVING LOVE. CURSE, CRITICISM, MOCKERY, THAT’S MY MERIT. WHATEVER HAS HAPPENED I SHOULD LEAVE IT. I’M TOO LATE.

    I’LL BE SAFE IN THE HANDS OF SUFFERING, LET ME GO.

    DEATH IS MY BEST FRIEND.

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