Peace be upon you.

I am down and out.
Betrayed by my ownself.
Insecurity, paranoia, jealousy.
They all came back.
One mention, and the doors are open.
The questions pour in.
The heart aches.

The heart aches.
And the tears flow.
The trust dwindle.

This is too much.
I ask for too much.
I ask for too-fuckin-much.
Look at me.
What do i have to offer.
And yet i ask for too much.

It hurts.
The heart aches.

I need a confirmation.
That will never exist.
Cuz the doubts still burned.
Deep inside.
The insecurity.

Just please.
Let the outcome be good.
Please.
Dun make me feel used.

Nur Fadhilah