Before I go..

Thinking,

I could've died

long time ago.


I'm still alive

after 30 years and also.


My life is not

as bad as then

'cause I stand

with my own foot.


All I could think of

was just getting out of there,

So I did.

From the ghetto of my soul,

my humble home,

before I was killed.


I don't need to return there

any more.


I don't need

any more hatred from them,

not love.


But still my past

is knocking on my door

and keeps telling me

that I was there..


I am haunted by

my own ghost..


Someday,

I'll be free,

I guess..

Better, I wish

before I go..