Why me

Every one has their fates in this changing world
But it's like the titles of my files were left void
At times I do ask myself why in other creatures I was created
Still my life counts up to nothing to the dead.

Not afraid to tell my personality becoz it never sounds humurous
I'm that son of a bitch who dwells in go downs
Say I snatch people's wallets tryna survive and waiting for the sun to re-rise
The homo sapien who's never tasted the nature's goodness.

Sadness is the attire always covering the delicates of my body
The state it dusks is the same it downs on me
Only keep snagging the very unfilthy and sorrowful
Now got one question in my mind, why me.

Had belief that I'd reach my happiness as long as I'm living
But this hope tarnished slowly as for a solid pending
Just like it wasn't easy to get out of my mom's womb
All my ways been narrow, tight to the extent that I can raise my hand to comb.

Napping on the street and sharing a back with monsters
Where the sky spits down fog to cover and freeze my bones
At times I renounce it to have been in Christ's book, saved
Because this gives me no proof for his company in my life indeed.

I only left with a scent of grief dominating my life theory
No matter the efforts pledged no difference and I don't know the query
All I do ends up as an illusional mynstery
Just like I was fatedly born to celebrate others' victory.

At times wish to go to another world wish the sun
Where I would press to heal my wounds and strain
Peacefully relieving my stress and pain
Because its obvious that this is not where my happiness was lain.