

Do you know why I wrote this letter? Because this is the bleeding pain Flowing with uncontrolled tears From a helpless soul Sitting down on
“Protection. That is what she promised me when she picked me up from my house of hell, the orphanage. It wasn’t really called the house
We men talk about women when we see them, We prick them so hard with our words, We make them shake more. While we laugh
With sweet words and gifts They were sweet I couldn’t drift For some reason it did uplift With wounds I was left Soon in my
Afraid of her own shadow she huddles herself in a Coner, Scared of her own emotions She Braces for the Coming floods, Waves of emotions
She was praised to have the Beauty of a goddess But was diminished as a human being Her seductive winks that concealed so much ache
Late into the night, As the spirit of darkness roamed the world An innocent lass lay on her bed All she wanted was sleep But
“Don’t give it!” mama said Till the wedding day to be laid Even when paid be afraid Avoid jerky braid But here I was lonely
Good morning Dad, I know you can hear me, And furthermore can see me, I know you are here with me, So please listen to
Listen, Don’t despise me because i act all weird, Don’t judge me because I act all childish, Just don’t make me do want I don’t