Do you remember last year,
When I prayed for death,
I kept saying without fear,
To give me your wrath?
I’m alive still though not sure why,
But I’m barely living a good life,
I wonder still when will I die,
More often than I wonder if I’ll be a wife.
You see I’m not so sure anymore,
About the reasons of anything,
I’ve stopped asking, my tongue is sore,
In silence I live, a game of waiting.