Better without me.

Pass me the rope I end it here,
I'm tired of drenching in these tears;
Buried in them nightmares,
I am a victim of my own fears;
See life was not always like this,
But my fate had a twist.

Back then when I was eighteen,
Ready and set for the university;
Being a man and the first fruit,
Off my mother's womb got roots;
Of responsibilities to look after my siblings,
My needs then later my offsprings!

My family gave up a good life,
For my education and I fed them lies;
Because I never made it to the university,
My tuition fee got spend on insanity;
Would my parents ever understand this?
Pass me the rope I'm tired of this guilty!

I am a woman stupid and naïve,
Guess you can say I never had...