My Portion

On a Saturday morning,
Heard my sister's calling,
Woke up I could sense
Raindrop falling.


Lying on bed,
Eyes are red,
It makes me feel like
Im dead....


There's no air for me
to let me breathe,
Hope I'll be free
From the sickness within me.


For life always busy,
My mind felt dizzy,
Dizzy from those stress
which are not easy.


Eveytime it arrive,
Hard to survive,
But the strenght of strive
makes me alive......