Lam 100

Nothing makes sense anymore

My life has changed.

Outside, I might seem okay

Inside, I can’t forgive myself.

Dissecting my life has unearthed

childhood memories.

Unlucky is the conclusion

I have come.

Yearning for cricket bats, new shoes,

and everything else

Father couldn’t afford it,

so learn’t never to ask for things.

In college, many friends

All because I could be of help

After all the lights and glimmer

Alone in the dark room, I spent.

Then you came, like a glimmer of hope

Peered into my eyes, like none before

You let me sing and rejoce

But as fate like to play.

I left and came back,

but you had moved away.

I tried, and tried,

but never could succeed.

Even you would’nt give me hope

(I am too unworthy I guess)

It hurt me so much

that I went back to my shell.

Now you gone away,

leavin me in hell

with your half hearted apology.

It has been ages and yet

I cannot forgive mysef.

How could’ve loved you,

knowing I am unlucky man?

How could I have trusted you,

knowing all too well my unlucky fate.

Why care for you, knowing

you would never care a bit .

How foolish, I can’t forgive myself.

Some say that you are unlukcy,

and you missed me.

But only history can judge

if I or you were unlucky.