Hated By Life Itself

the sun is out..

but darkness always in my sight..

its not like I'm in the dark...

but the dark itself is me..

during the night..

even the moon don't even dare to shadow me..

so how can people see me..

even with voices..

people still can't see me..

I wonder..

if I'm still alive..

with the silence..

quietness..

distance...

do I need to proof that life itself is hating me..

When the rain comes

When the tears fall

When your heart bleeds

When your night becomes your day

Remember me.. 

Inshaallah

~ OWL R.A.I.N ~