Monday, 31 August 2020

"Nashrah, you are loved"


One would tell me I should live my life properly, that I should work harder and put more effort.

One said I shouldn’t be so hard on myself, that I should treat myself better and learn to pat my back.

Which one is it?

Am I the laziest? Or do I work the hardest?


 There're aren't so many people who's willing to really be there. Not much. 

Some would see the beauty side of me, some would just be repulsive.

I probably could't feel any more complicated than this. 


I have a love-hate relationship with running

Sometimes I love it

Sometimes I hate it

Sometimes I stay

Sometimes I leave


I put hopes on people.

I cling into every knacks and corners of their limb.

When they don't even spare any space in their heart.


You build up hope but failure's all you've known


I couldn't fathom what makes you said thee.

I'm more than confused, I'm baffled.


You know what, we're not going anywhere nearer there. 

I convinced myself so many times

"Nashrah, you are loved"