A Regret of a Thought

While I sat at a sofa In the living room I looked everywhere No one was there My parents sleeping, my sister sick And I am waiting for the bus Suddenly the made called for me: The bus louzana So I carried my stuff and off I went Sitting in the bus… My sister and I not looking At each other My shoulders, back and arms paining me like hell I await my death that is in my mind everyday While I spoke to lina & she so stubbornly acted I tried to act grown- fully I tried to let down my temper And so I thought and regretted I didn’t do a thing to say I did not hurt a soul to cry Then I got sad and very mad I wish and so I wished If he will ever talk to me again Its been three weeks And there was not even one reply And so I looked and I thought I tried to change the topic But it remain grabbing my mind’s attention Oh I humph why, why and why? Where did my rising sun go ? Where did my angel of love fly? I am left alone, Not to be loved… Not to be taken…