When someone's born, God stated.

Happiness and sorrow will be there.

In their holds, in their hands.

They'll just need to choose.

For me, it's not working.

I hate storms.

Because it took away my everything.

Even from the first I opened my eyes. To when it became my last cry.

The sun's never here above me.

Sky never changes back its color. World becomes dark.

Clouds hanging, ready to burst. Thunders shouting all at each other.

Raindrops fall to the ground, soon to be storm.

I hate rains.

Because it was raining hard when i first born to the world.

And what starts my life, had never changed just to end it.

For heaven's sake, I didn't choose this.

I cried my heart out, leaving the tears in sorrow. I screamed so hard that I felt my lungs had exploded.

I didn't choose this.