at fifteen its hard to even write a line,
& sixteen will it be hard to see what is mine?
I don't know whats to come but i fear it may be worse,
Maybe its wrong but at times its felt like lifes a curse,
When the lights go out I pray to allah,
Things will be okay, i hope inshallah,
Something good will come along my hopes set high,
& then everything will shatter when i feel i can fly,
Why does it go like that i dont understand,
Why does nobody want to lend when i need a hand,
I take that back because some people care,
& i could never explain what it means having you there,
But somedays theres pain that i dont want to share,
& theres hours that go by that i've got to spare,
But hours to spare means time to think
So i'll convince myself the ships about to sink,
But i remember what you;d say head up eS
what you have in your hands will lead to success,
Safy i miss you & all that you stood for,
I know that your gone but i'm still not sure.
I guess that'll always hurt because my memorys wont fade,
I'll sit here and cry about the jokes that you made.
I've been happy recently, & i want it to last,
But thers always something to remind me you've passed.
I guess fate played a game & i don't think its fair,
Who woulda thought i'd wake one day & you'd not be there.