Hilal Hamdaan

I have good friends who listen to me for hours, the walls of my room

I am scared of this emptiness, pull me out of my body

No one else, but the silence of the night cried with me

While you are laughing madly, There is someone crying inside you

As soon as he closed the door of his room,The sadness came out of the walland asked"Where were you all the day

You are an artist, I am an artist, all the people around you and me are artists. Don't try to hide your scars, highlight them with the brush and you'll become an attractive piece of art

I don't believe in your version of love, I have my own

On the long drive to no where,As the song came to this part;"We'll stayFor ever this wayYou are safe in my heart andMy heart will go on"Their eyes met and they smiled at each other.

You haven't written anything about me yet!" She said in a complaining wayHe replied in a sorrowful tone "I wish you could read my unwritten poems

The silence is becoming more poisonous and I have no one to talk with, not even my own self

Some people love me for being odd, and some want to kill me for the same reason