Walking down a road I kept my head low, rarely looking up,
Everything around me seemed to be sunken and dull, no matter what I did or where I was it wasn't any different.
Cause from within my heart was broken into thousands of pieces and blood gushing from it came out through tears.
People stared at me and my untidy appearance they must think of me as a weirdo or an outcast.
But only I knew what I went through,
only a month earlier I lost everything that I ever had and had to take up refuge in a foreign land of which I knew nothing........

- Siddhi. T