Assalamualaikum,
Out of sudden my memory play back me in high school. Socially isolated, where maybe I was the one trying to get away from the crowd or maybe they just don't favor me anymore. I used to feel flattered when my neighboring classmate call my name every time they see me, "Aisyah. Aisyah.." now everyone change. I'm no one special.
I remembered my bunk bed, the wall besides it stained yellow. The bed I used to spend almost 90% of my high school life. My youth was wasted. Not knowing about the future, I keep myself shut.
My tears, they fall every time pain struck. I never knew why my chest is hurting, why I always feel emptiness. Why tears keeps flowing? Why should I cry?
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