#12 Ziya

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Sky's pov

12 years ago...
17.5.2009

(Long beach, California)

"Eomoni baegopaaaaaaaaa" I whine throwing my bag on the floor and entering the kitchen moodily.
[Mom I am hungry]

"Eomoni begopaaaaaa" my older sister copied me, using the most annoying voice she could.

"Noona? What are you doing here? Eomma odiya?"
[Older Sister? What are you doing here? Where is mother?]

"Well, she went with dad for a two day workshop leaving me incharge" she says, flipping her long dark brown hair.

"Well, incharge, BAEGOPAAAAAAA. I NEED FOODDDDD" I whine, stomping my leg before sitting down on the floor grumpily.

"Do you want to eat strawberries? I washed some a few minutes ago" she asks me, holding out a basket full of red strawberries.

"Yess" I shove a whole strawberry in my mouth.

"Sky wanna hear something?" she suddenly says and I look up to see her holding her guitar.

I nod eagerly and she smiles, tucking her long straight hair behind her ear.

"I miss the days when I was smiling all day long
I miss the time when they really used to care
I miss the smiles I miss the cares
I miss my life from the time when they used
atleast try understand
There for me when I want
Comfort me when I need

I keep looking at myself
I'm losing something in me
Is it my happiness or self respect
Who can tell now?

They can't even look at myself
Stares are getting rougher
Names are getting harsher
I love for myself is dying
Who can help out of these times

Sadness and grief
Is all I can afford
Happiness
Is not an choice

It's gonna be fine
It will be fine
It's gonna be fine
Will it be fine?

Do I really deserve all this detest?
Maybe I could be better

I'll be fine
It's gonna be fine
I'll be fine
Will I be fine?

Words sharper than knifes
Cut way deeper than swords
I'm a piece of dust
No one would care if I disappear
I keep Fallin everyday in deep dispair
I keep inside me the untold truths
I miss myself from when I was smiling
I miss dearly but I'll try to forget
Forget myself in this cold winter night

I feel like my past days were a mear dreams
Like an unreal world
I feel like my utopia will never be the same

Sadness and grief
Is all I can afford
Happiness
Is not an choice

It's gonna be fine
It will be fine
It's gonna be fine
Will it be fine?

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