بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

I have suffered so much under the hands of mortal men
I have given in, so that their temporary happiness in this fleeting world can content them.
I have forgiven so that their weary desires are met.
And yet the torture still continues;
The cut is so fierce;
The pain so sharp;
The wound…

…Never healing

Where is the one to heal such scars of weakness?
Where is the one to put an end to all this torment?
My heart has bled;
It has become drained of all life.
Drowning in a vast ocean of darkness.
Too tired of struggling in so much deepness
I have not begun to live
Yet all I want to do is go back home.
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