This was my day, the day my parents died.
We were always happy, very connected.
My food, my clothes, my school-fees,
My shelter and my life buried away with them.
I never saw that coming, I should have
The advice I had from other people
is too late to bring that on the scene.
My mind is always stared at the door
hoping I might see them coming from work.
No one seems to feel what I feel.
My wish is to die. I’m alone in my lifeless world.