So many people in this world who adores me,
So many people who loves me,
I am surrounded with people full of love.
I get their hands when I need them the most.
Am I that fortunate to get that love?
I think myself.
I try to think the good part of my life. That smile when I miss my old gooddays. The paths which turned me to hell and heaven. Both the rich and poor.
Still it aches like I am nothing to this world. I am cruel in this world. I hate being myself. I swallowed my happiness for what?
