By My Side
by Sidratul Muntaha
When the sun sets and I am left alone,
When the doors shut down and there’s no hope,
When I am shunt, invalidated, and treated as a joke,
I look at the stars and ask for your abode.
When the world’s unjust to the kind,
When life’s treated by others like a ride
But all I do is fight
The deep dark whispers inside.
When I am criticized
And my only wish is to hide,
I cry and cry and cry
Praying you were beside.
I don’t know why now
Tears don’t fall from these gloomy eyes
Maybe because of the strengthened mind
Or perhaps the ocean has dried
With the jolly child
That once was alive.
I don’t live for cheeky romance
Nor do I fantasize
As love stories are the biggest lies.
I don’t wish for a fairy-tale life
But every day to pass by
Without being plain and unalive
Because then it’s better to die
But I will rise for Your might
And You will forever be
By my side
When the doors shut down and there’s no hope,
When I am shunt, invalidated, and treated as a joke,
I look at the stars and ask for your abode.
When the world’s unjust to the kind,
When life’s treated by others like a ride
But all I do is fight
The deep dark whispers inside.
When I am criticized
And my only wish is to hide,
I cry and cry and cry
Praying you were beside.
I don’t know why now
Tears don’t fall from these gloomy eyes
Maybe because of the strengthened mind
Or perhaps the ocean has dried
With the jolly child
That once was alive.
I don’t live for cheeky romance
Nor do I fantasize
As love stories are the biggest lies.
I don’t wish for a fairy-tale life
But every day to pass by
Without being plain and unalive
Because then it’s better to die
But I will rise for Your might
And You will forever be
By my side
Sidratul Muntaha is a 16-year-old high school student who is very ambitious about composing poetry and literature. She is also also an artist and illustrator.