Those exhausted eyes,

Holding back his tears.

He heaved a deep sigh,

Thinking we wouldn't hear.

"We're just the same,"

Something I couldn't I say.

I'm afraid of telling him.

But why can't they see?

Helpless. Disappointed.

I don't know what to do back then.

I have to push myself,

So I could do well.

I can't complain to them,

Thinking I will be a burden.

They did enough for my fees,

I just have to get through this.

On my own,

Without anyone beside me.

All alone,

Inside the room they gave me.

I mustn't cry nor scream,

I have to keep everything.

They are also suffering,

I can't add more agony.

I know, we're all the same.

Even I, wanted you to be okay.

But as I suffered from those days,

I learned something in the end of the day.

If people will give

what we wanted easily,

what's the point of living,

knowing we can get anything?