Djory Hamed

The waves hitting me like i was in a high tide.

My gut telling my i was right.

Most say i run,but its true i dont fight.

Will they just stare?

While i sit with my mind beyond repair.

If one day you wake up without me.

Dont cry or pout.

Since i gave out those sighns wich you didnt see.

Those times you saw i was about to break out.

In my darkest hours you werent there.

To wipe my tears,telling me they are cruel.

Giving me that rule.

Whats wrong and whats right.

Because in some way you might of been the reason i took my own life that night.