My heart squeezesUnfairness squeezes my heartCuts him to undersized tiny piecesMaking me as a liquid that does not be stable in a glassAlways moving to the shape of the glass that I putting inside itPain’s struggles are catching meGrown in middle of my heart with out any sympathy or mercy of my conditionWould I survive?Ashes around meSmoking up to meScreaming circling meI can not see my fingerI am tripping with out stoppingBloods are pouring around meOh, OhThey cover meI can’t breathI have been aloneMy voice can not heard by the othersIt separated me aloneNow I am able to listen to my heart’s plusesThey are very quick and scaredWhat ales will be?
