You know those days of misery where I think of being unborn,
Not treading across the paths and words I have till today,
But that’s not how it’s meant to be,
I was supposed to be born.
Now I am here,
And my life is in shambles,
I’ve lost a love and aged in my memories,
I cripple past the present days,
Picking myself up,
Wondering how my mind had wandered a thousand years from the last time I felt joy.