She cried in middle of the night,
Feel empty in heart,
Feel morose in soul.
Childhood like heaven,
Teenager like hell.
She need somebody to understood,
She need somebody to helps,
But she can't.
Dear future,
Can she'll be happy like others?
Dear god,
What should she do?
To the end of the story,
She's sleep in asylum.
-izz.
YOU ARE READING
pena menari ; neryl
PoetryORIGINAL FROM IMNERSSS UNTUK KAMU. P/S: JANGAN MENIRU ATAU MEMPLAGIAT HASIL KARYA KU. BUAT PENAT JE CARI IDEA, AWAK SENANG II JE, AMBIL DAN JADIKAN IA SEBAGAI KARYA AWAK. TAK ELOK TAU. NAK SHARE, MINTA IZIN AND CREDIT TO GUE HAHAHA 😂😂😭
