where I am now
where is my age
I call it the side of the road
now I do not hear anymore.
according to my anger no longer looks my attitude
I was imprisoned and tortured by my illness.
I am like a waste that is wasted from its place
I am angry and angry why I should be like this
will I be able to return
I can come back
my life is not as beautiful as it once was
maybe just a prayer
or a forgiveness for you
forgive my way is not long