Life moves on...

The flame bursting,
Burning my bare skin,
Feeling the pain in silence,
I can't budge out this torture.

The rain is coming,
I have to prepare myself,
To bare these burnt wounds,
To let the raindrops pierce through.

I can't stop the pain,
I have to face it to stop it,
I have to feel the pain myself,
To remind me that I'm still alive.

Those critics you spit at me,
Those words you said to me,
Like spears that cuts my heart,
Like acidic poison that ruin my art.

These torture is a waste of time,
Words may hurt but it can never kill,
My heart never stops beating,
My life moves on...

-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts

Confused

Close my eyes,
And I see you,
Put me to sleep,
And I dream of us.

You are the light,
That brighten my way,
When I'm in my darkest hour,
When everyone else hide in fear.

Beat me up,
I'd be wounded,
But I'd stay strong,
With a smile on my face.

You washed the dirt on me,
You clothed my naked body,
You fed my hungry stomach,
You companied my lonely soul.

Leave me,
I would cry,
But I won't die,
I will have to move on....

I will start anew,
Fresh from scratch,
Maybe I'll be better,
Or maybe you'd come back....

But please don't leave me,
I might not be able to survive,
I still need you to guide me through,
Please don't walk away from me....

-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts