A hint of resting peace I realized I've never found
The repetition of thoughts burn the back of my mind
The countless hours of research, yet no answers to find
The darkness of the thoughts cringe, shriek and scream
We always give in even though it's never as it seems
It tricks you again and again to keep you forever tamed
It says, "No Tareq, this obsession is different, it's not the same."
Suicide is probably the only way out of this hell
Falling eternally into the rivers of sorrowful wells
Drowning and chasing my heart down the stream
Will God ever learn to hear and pity my screams
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