““sometimes when i was at dark,, there is no light for me,, as for me do not know way to turn out,, how clueless am i till the point i really dunt know i was heartless i was painless and i gain nothing for the past years, the forth coming through hatred me,, i dun even know why am i here standing within my family the past i gain is a shadow that i dun want to look at i was scared and startled like i was a statue of people like in magenta lining of the clothes i feel nothing i feel no one knows me i feel no one understand me when the times i look after for allah there is something always bargain me from searching it its like a pain i felt like no fear it was a wrap like book shelf in the cupboard thats me finding the way to turn good but i do not know which path and direction””
