the dark hrs i wait for
corners i hide in.
whats happened so suddenly
i cry for home...
but what is that?

i live in this house, i wake up in this room
i live in this place... that means nothing
the people are not real, they are all the same
gliding smiles, icy hearts.... thriving for only themselves

i always thought it was nice to live in my country ...it was warming to discover my culture.. to speak my language that made me feel at home. But that was with someone like me who came from the same place, experiencing for the first time.

I dont have that anymore... i let go to risk a life here instead.
i do not regret ... but sadly now suffer of the truth, not of love, marriage or religion, but of disrespect, cruel words of selfish human beings. Do they not know what the meaning of friendship, trust and honesty is?
Harsh i may sound
but i dont care.

Truth is what i speak